.
blinded by love
no
hormones led me
up the garden path
to see through sightless eyes
visionary-wise
but now
my rear view mirror
shows me the horror
makes it clear
what wasn’t there
naïve trusting without guile
believing
when all the while
hatred in disguise
masqueraded as love
in my fool’s paradise
.
©Denise G Allen, 23 January 2013 09:35
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24/01/2013 at 6:38 am
oy looking back it is easier to see than when we are in that moment…and hopefully in that looking back we can learn a bit as well….smiles.
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24/01/2013 at 7:46 am
I think that we should try to learn from all life’s challenges. Maybe that’s the whole point. 🙂
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24/01/2013 at 8:06 am
No bed of roses up that garden path!
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24/01/2013 at 8:45 am
You can say that again, Col!
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24/01/2013 at 8:21 am
How true this is, adee.
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24/01/2013 at 8:46 am
Things are much clearer with hindsight, Hope.
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24/01/2013 at 5:32 pm
It is always a short trip to “Fools Paradise”. While the return trip to “Realityville” usually takes a lot longer.. Welcome back Denise.
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24/01/2013 at 6:28 pm
You are so right, Jake! 🙂
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25/01/2013 at 2:37 am
Exasperating trip up the garden path and then down the other side.
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25/01/2013 at 3:59 pm
Even now, so many years later, things are still falling into place in my mind, Jeannie.
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29/01/2013 at 4:55 am
Hindsight is a wonderful thing, adee, but we aren’t blessed with it when we most need it. 🙂
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02/02/2013 at 10:45 am
Yes, AD, I think it shows that we should learn from it for the future if we can.
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02/02/2013 at 11:13 pm
That’s a good simile Denise.
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02/02/2013 at 11:39 pm
Thank you, SuNaMu. Every now and then those feelings return to surface, unfortunately, just when I thought they had gone forever.
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