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the curse of a sentimental heart & a skeptical mind

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Unchain Me

You found me
just around the corner
from utter boredom.

So stay a little longer,
keep challenging my wits
that seem to have been buried
under too many obligations.

Keep pressing for my truth
that obviously is too
uncomfortable for anyone but you.

Unchain my special voice
that has become a bit rusty
as I barely use it anymore.

Be my rude awakening
from the same old same old
that has outranked fun
for a long time now.

Unpack some recklessness
from your bag of tricks,
it might just tip the scales
in your favour.

Stay a little longer,
I kind of like this
power play where
nothing ever is simple.

 

© November Child
photo credit:  Krasimir Ganchev via phomix.com
in response to: The Sunday Whirl Wordle 350
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Sunrise

I still glow in shades of rose and gold
in the aftermath of a gorgeous sunrise
that slowly but surely crept under my skin
while I watched Sol seize control of the day.

And while today I proudly wear my new
daytime skin, tonight as Sol descends
I will shed it in favour of cobalt and flashes of silver
and pay tribute to Mani on her lonely ride.

© november child
photo credit: Aristocrats-hats via Flickr

Descend

On the Edge

Remember all those cute promises
and good intentions?
And yet here we are,
standing on the edge
of a precipice once again.

Counting sleepless nights,
shed tears, and wasted efforts,
only to realise the balance
will never add up.

 

 

© november child
photo credit: Black Station via Flickr

Precipice

Outgrown

I have outgrown my need for you,
left it behind,
somewhere along the road,
buried next to the skeletons
of my insecurities.

You may cling to your denial,
keep insisting we are not done yet,
but I assure you
it won’t change a thing –
this woman has moved on.

 

© november child
photo credit: Iain Merchant via Flickr

Denial

Times Change

Long time ago
I looked up to you,
trusted you,
making your goals
my priority.

For what it’s worth,
I adored you,
idolised you,
your every word
was a prayer to me.

Long time ago
I looked up to you,
upon your hero’s pedestal
where I placed you.

 

© november child
photo credit: Antonio Marìn Segovia via Flickr
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