Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Open Link – why not take a look at everyone else’s wonderful responses?
This piece is about the wrong time, the wrong place, about how, in a typically English fashion, we sometimes hide behind our walls, offer up excuses for fear of being hurt, or revealing our true selves.
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– Discordance –
If I was in another place
inside my head, if there was space
and I could clear away the noise
that leaves me raw and turns me cold –
If I was in another place,
and could connect, smile at your face
that holds those eyes of perfect poise
I would smile and risk my soul –
If I was in another place
where I could turn back and retrace
the path that left an empty shell
I would reach out, take your hand –
But I am in this darkened place
which won’t allow a moment’s grace,
to open up my heart and tell
you my life story, understand
that this is not my chosen place,
our cards are mismatched in this case
please walk on by, return again
for now just let me be your friend
Freya Writes... 
Freya – wonderful…if a bit sorrowful…poem.
Thank you, Bryan.
This is a poignant poem Freya! Being in the dark and wrong place is not an easy situation. Hopefully the poet will find another brighter place.
Thank you, Gabriella. This is a mixture of experiences, thoughts and ideas. Sometimes, these things just demand to be written!
This poem could work here in Sweden to.. that distant lingering sadness you describe. and such a poem of autumn feel.
Ah, us inhabitants of the northern climes of Europe have some similar attributes! Yes, our moods can be driven by the seasons.
it is hard when you find yourself in those places to see things like love and possibility….i have been there…years ago…and all that came out of the black hole of me was pain….
Yes. Sometimes the things we yearn for and feel that we need most arrive when we can least manage them…
the risk is sharp and real indeed, but to not risk is to shut out all possiblity
great poem
also, my mother almost named me Freya
Yes, we need to strike the right balance between not taking someone into our lives and cursing them pain, and following the path of ‘what if?’ every now and again.
Freya is a family name for me…
Ah, I think we have to accept the place we are in…and work to make the best of it. We can always find a way to make it a better place, I think.
Very true, Mary. Accepting where we are in life and making the best of it for now – that’s the tough part!
It’s a little sorrowful, but you’ve made a good point. Sometimes it’s better to walk away and save the heartache, way to go!
Sometimes, yes it is. Sometimes, it is better for the other person, if you’re in a bad place, if it’s meant to be, it will happen.
Lovely share ~ I specially like this part best:
But I am in this darkened place
which won’t allow a moment’s grace,
to open up my heart and tell
you my life story, understand
Thank you!
Sometime’s the timings just not right.
*sometimes*
Indeed, sometimes you just have to walk away,
If I was in another place things might be different..sad but, true more often then we know..
I do wonder how often we are oblivious to others, when we are in that inward-turning phase of our lives.
Poignant poem.
Thank you.
poignant..sadly sometimes the opportunity to love just comes at the wrong time..your words are intense and emotionally stirring
I like to think that looking back, if the opportunity had been taken up, it would have come to a sticky end in any case. At the time, it is frustrating though!
Sad and encompassing. Well written.
Thank you, Beth.
Sad and heartfelt poem. Sometimes the time is not right…..
Indeed, life isn’t neatly organised, is it? Thank you for popping in.