S P I R A L
The girl sat there silent
and thought of the way
that the circular path
she walked every day
bought her back home
to that familiar place
and that every return
showed a different face.
The road was a spiral
the bridges were burned
and she felt so much wiser
each time she returned.
6 comments:
I like your poetry. Thanks for visiting my blog :)
Thanks very much Betty. :-)
That was so beautiful and made a lot of sense too!! Its only experiences in life that make you bolder and wiser!!
Hi Nanka, yes that is true isn't it, we need those experiences. Thanks very much for your visit and comment. :-)
Susannah, thank you for visiting and leaving a comment.
I very much like your TT poem. It's clean and simple and sweet says a great deal in a short bit of space.
California girl. thank you. :-)
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