Barefoot in Winter

short

Some days I think myself a recycled soul,
that I've been here before and seen everything.
I've been hurt and scared a million times
and almost nothing surprises me.
The scars make lines in the airy waters of my soul
but never pass before my eyes.
I suppose myself a delusional delusion,
the memory of the memory of a dream,
but the sky dome turns its face
and I waltz alone under the stars.

Author's Note

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[Chris]

Sigh... but THAT would be telling!

But you asked - ok, some really ARE born old. So feeling kinda (I guess) pre-used is a reality for the "now" that they/some/we have. And the "seeing" of so much can deaden anyone if the emotional distress is left unalleviated or unrealized. Many danse to their own "music" but some share with the fae folk and others live their dreams.