We shared of fears, of achievements, of habits –
an odd combination for a couple of strangers to discuss.
But this was a season of non-lies:
of time and space to speak, or be silent accordingly;
as the bus bore us onwards into that
Pondering patterns of life, we bared ourselves
in a need to be witnessed.
Stripping layers from one another;
straight questions meeting honest answers.
We were all that we had been then,
in that short time.
Replaying milestones and decisions;
stating queries and examples
until we could view ourselves –
a series of moments making a whole.
Wrestling with inner motives,
we called into account our past,
narrated our present,
and bartered for indistinct futures.
‘Til we reached that place –
not of understanding, exactly –
but of being acknowledged:
aware that we had trodden the famished
road in the counsel of an equal companion.
Parting, then, held a sense of sadness.
Would that we had a few hours again
to close this wonderful conversation:
to revel in this feeling of being ‘allowed’.
But this I have learnt,
and in gratitude would share with you
one thing more:
in searching, we had won half the battle.
SO TELL ME: What do you think of this piece?
- Did it engage you?
- Does the meaning come across? Are there any images or lines you don’t understand or find unclear?
- Are there obvious errors in spelling, punctuation or grammar?
- Do you have any suggestions for revision?
Please be brutally honest in your assessments – good, bad or indifferent.
I don’t scare easily; and I really do want to hear what YOU have to say about my work.
Many thanks in advance for your time and your criticism.
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AUTHOR: I am might war. I have a love of music, the written word, travel, Anime, polar bears, people and “sticking and colouring”.