Riding Bipolar

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A poem about questioning what you believe and the ...

From stories told, those old and few I followed blind, these tales of old Believed them all, defended bold I came to fear, these lovely woods I wouldn’t look in or take their goods To stay away, my distance wide And when too close, away I’d hide But then one day, I had no choice These woods called me with booming voice I stepped inside, my heart in fear Expecting worst and terror near
To conquer them was on my bill Once deep inside, what great surprise Great beauty found before my eyes Lush green and blue, abundant life Small streams and ponds, no sign of strife I stood in awe, could not believe That this I'd missed, made my heart grieve The truth I thought I'd always known Revealed as lies, deceit was sown Why this was hid, I couldn't conceive Who once inside, would ever leave?
And cried in pain, my heat forsook This beauty found, which so awed me Betrayed a lot and made me see Not every word should be believed Some things held off and not received I thought of those who fed me lies And wondered why thru sobbing cries This was a place no one should fear A place to sit and inside peer I wished to stay and never flee But thought of those still yet to see
And set a course these lies to fight For all should see this treasure grand Not live in fear, but take a stand January 6, 2005

A poem about questioning what you believe and the good that can result.

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