“Fool”
I wander through a garden
Tall and green and dripping with the dew
The twisting path, the hidden
The way I thought I knew
Petals velvetly imbue
A facile façade of innocence
But the thorny branch is true
The Judas kiss equivalence
The truth I never knew
The Pathos of pretense
I was fooled through and through
Mired in the dense
Brush, I construe
The twisted path is lost
I fight to make it through
The symbols I have crossed
The signs were always there
The realization overdue
A switchback won’t repair
A road I never knew
I reconnect and reassess
The lies and the true
The despair that I suppress
Is the path I make anew
Through a barren garden
Trimmed a bit too low
I walk along disheartened
For the beauty I forego
–Christina Knowles
Photo: Barren Path | by H. Evan Miller
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As always, I admire your gift of rhyme. I can feel so much left unsaid here, but it definitely conveys the anger and feeling of betrayal and disillusionment. Well done!
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Whoops! Just found the ‘Reply’ section! By the way, do you like the old pathway through the garden better or the new one? Honestly only curious, but I really do want to know! :O
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I believe that when we protect ourselves from getting hurt, we often lose the beauty of the journey, so the barren garden is never better, but maybe it’s okay temporarily to heal.
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Wow! This poem capture the agony and the ecstasy in perfect harmony. You are truly a gifted poet,
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