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Thinking I Was Happy

I danced,
Made happy chatter
And
Like a bird on wing
Nestling her young
I sang a light hearted melody
Thinking I was happy...
Now I am as silent as the dark of night
My feet are molded in clay.
I close my windows to the chirping
Of foolish birds
Cold reality
Stole my heart's song!

Cynthia

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L.Ruby Meyer

September 7, 2012 at 1:10 AM

Cynthia, I am not the type to comment if I don't feel I have something to say, but with this piece, I can say that these words of your thoughts and feelings have been my thoughts and feelings in certain moments of my life, and I am moved deeply by the ability only a true poet posses to relate to anothers heart and mind. Thank you x Peace Ruby

Cynthia Alvez

September 7, 2012 at 5:35 AM

Ruby, Thank you so much for your comment...what a time it was then. Years later I wrote "The Awakening", posted here. My mother would say to me "Things that hurt instruct". Peace and Love! Cynthia