I didn’t know I was going
to discover a truth
from the depths of the past
in a trip to my youth
visiting my birthplace
seeing with new eyes
where I played
where I grew
a childhood constrained by lies.
It seems we are coloured
by those early years,
I wonder,
can a life painting
be changed
by countless
number of tears?
’Tis alright saying
we plough our own path
but “Who am I really?”
a
Question
making
me laugh…
LadyP©2013
Apologies fellow bloggers for my absence, ‘twas an unexpected trip back to my hometown to sort out family business. Strange how BIG things from the past seem so much smaller viewed through older/grown up eyes. Strange too how the ‘large’ walls of the neighbours garden have shrunk and everything appeared so different. I need to travel back again, this time for a longer stay so I shall see you all and catch up when I can. I hope WordPress is finally sorting itself out, though I did take a trip over to Sir Aquatom’s Blog and it appears my hopes are in vain. Sigh!! xx
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