I stepped outside the circle
stepped beyond the wall
out of the light
and into the morning
I strayed a little too far
in my wondering
passed the garden wall
all covered in ivy and bracken
Beyond help, beyond all
I ever counted precious
the landscape changes
and I am wicked
with delight
sinfully drowning in an open moor
3 comments:
where possibilities dwell......past the ivy and bracken
where vulnerability breezes through our souls.
I love this poem Kate. It reminds me of the feeling I had when I graduated. There was a safeness to being in university and a fear of the "moor"......
beautiful.
"wicked with delight sinfully drowning...."
love it..
so often I fear I am straying too far, and then I can't stop - drawn to what lies beyond the safe known places, compelled to venture that little bit further...and then..thats the wonderful mystery of life...
ah yes it is... we're all addicted to fear, in some little way.. drawn to mystery.
and how lovely it is to know one isn't alone in that!
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