Sometimes my mind ensnares me,
Disorientates me, traps me within its confines
Like a constrictor entraps its prey.
I forget about the things I love,
The friends that I've made,
All of the dreams that I wish to pursue,
Until someone pulls me free.
I didn't expect it to be you,
Today,
With such a kind yet simple gesture.
I read your words, and smile for the first time
In a long time;
I read your words, and I see the thought
Behind every line,
That you've understood the place
From which I stole the phrase
That I cower behind as I type into this machine.
I am so glad to have found you,
To have learned from your talent and intellect,
Which is balanced most wonderfully
With your wit.
I thank you from the depths of my heart,
And pray that - this Christmas -
You receive the warmth and joyful company
You deserve.
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
