IN THE SHADOWS

 

Sometimes someone else has to sing the song
before we notice how great it is.
Sometimes a stranger points to a painting
and the whole things comes alive.

Sometimes we go back to the dusty corners
of our lives and excavates the past,
uncovering people and places, happiness
we had chosen to forget.

Sometimes it hurts and we wish we hadn’t
but sometimes we need to know
what is hiding in the shadows and why
we chose to put it there.

Sometimes it is unclear, sometimes things
sparkle in today’s new light,
sometimes we wrap it up again in newspaper
or an old curtain, return it to the

sometimes we correctly decided
was where it belonged.
Sometimes the corpse in the corner stirs
and the whole thing comes back to life.

© Rupert M Loydell


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