Myths
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Myths
When I was younger,
just a little kid,
I would read stories,
of wondrous creatures,
faraway lands,
and people,
that could do
incredible things.
My imagination was fed,
and watered often.
Then I grew up and found...
truth and reality,
unbound.
A chaotic world
done,
and undone
to others,
all over the world.
My heart was heavy with the loss of innocence,
and light with the reality of liberty,
and knowing the cost
of everything gained,
and all that is,
or has been
lost.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2023
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