Poem: What is Real Anymore?

This poem was written for this photograph I took recently at the Gardens during the winter.  It spoke to me…

 

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I was tossed

nonchalantly

to the wind.

Usurped

by uncaring hands

and through the toss

and the turmoil

and the resulting pain,

I wondered –

how could I

let this happen again?

It is not as if

this stage is new

though seemingly

different characters

slide on by –

smiling to cover the pretense

“No, THIS

is real!”

As sure as I live and breathe

you can trust

ME.

And my heart

is wont to trust

as it has been before

and before

and yet, again

and probably

always will be,

and I only hope

that at some point

the heart will trust

and it will be rewarded

with honesty.

What pleasure exists

in deflating someone’s hopes,

I’ll never know –

and perhaps, in truth,

they never shall earn

the value

of a true friend,

but I refuse

to stop trying

to discover

an authentic smile

and a sincere heart

despite the discomfort

of a few passing thorns

that couldn’t commit

to a thoughtful countenance.

 

© Sumyanna 2019

 

 

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7 Comments Add yours

    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you very much MCM!

      Liked by 1 person

  1. wolfnowl says:

    Sending love and hugs your way!! 💗

    Like

    1. Sumyanna says:

      Accepted, and thank you! Hope all is going well in Canada!

      Like

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