Like the brilliant light
Of first snow, melting
In the heat of the sun
Gathered illusion
Falls in change
Revealing the work in fun
Truth arises
Familiar fades
Hope is not attached
To glowing jade
Ugh! The atmosphere is heavy
Like grandma's jean quilt
The smell of betrayal
Lingers on a frame of guilt
How could we fall for lies
Ah! Comfort and ease has appeal
It has the power to anesthetize
As it skillfully steals
....choice
The allure of familiarity
Is like cheese to a mouse
The fear of change
Will barricade a King in his house
Whatever lies ahead
Does NOT accept the behind
Letting go and moving on
Into the darkness...blind
WANDERLAND
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-15-2021
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