Sitting in my favourite coffee shop, The Otherside (for any travellers looking for a nice chilled vibe, it's just by the Flowermarket-wicked brownies) in the Dam, I'd eaten a brownie and had been reading Shakespearean sonnets for....roughly four hours when these words swam into my mind. I didn't really have a 'subject' that I was writing about but when I went to the Stedelijk Museum Amsterdam a few days later and saw this photograph, everything clicked.
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When hand held, dropped unceremoniously
Reaches out to another, sapped of dignity
What win is brought to the players that held
The cards but did not explain the deal?
A heart fractured can be mended
When the scars are allowed to heal
Past loves can be remembered
Once the pain is accepted to be real.
Roads walked time again by footsteps
That were once brave
Are now planned suspiciously;
But what is achieved when life is lived afraid?
The heart we are born with is pure-
Innocence that veils the eye
When experience is thrust upon us
Layers of expression build inside.
Emotion forming clouds
Over what you thought you knew
Desperate times drenched in madness.
What's presented to the world;
Hidden treasure behind a lie
Could be seen as a smoke-screen to sadness.
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