Three Different Sisters of the Same Mother

 3 Simple Poems for the Sunday Muse # 186 hosted this week by the stunningly talented Shay!

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The question is not what you look at, but what you see. ~Henry David Thoreau

Speak,

Things are not always what they seem to be

This world has a way of taking away and gifting what we do not expect

We hold what we can and take a lifetime learning to let go

when I was a child

 mountains looked so far away

and so did the future

my grandparents’ house was a mansion in my eyes

rooms echoed with my voice

and I felt large like a star

every bad day and mistake was an ocean I could not handle swimming

expectations

so many expectations

what I should be

how I should behave

but I learned from the men in my life how to be a good man

that may not be what you expected me to say

but things are not always what they seem.

Own,

I have picked flowers from someone else’s garden to place upon my table

For I had no garden of my own

I built a house from the wood of someone else’s trees for shelter

For I had no place to call home

I read poems from the lips of someone else’s parting

For I longed to have a voice of my own.

Open,

My eyes are tired of seeing what you cannot

Open eyes cannot see what truly is

Especially when hearts are closed

Shut tight like a prison door

Beauty is everywhere

It is in front of your face

It is written between the lines

Of all the lines one heart must cross

To reach where it was meant to be.