As The Old Ways Crumble

The shifts as time’s chicanery reveals
illusionary tricks demand I feel
compassion, the treasure so long sought. Not
for me the grudges and the judgments fought

and grimly held. The stories fustigate
a keen perception. So I must negate
their power, tackle a whole new way, glean
glory as I loosen past shackle screens.

Inspired by: Keen, Tackle, Glean, Treasure, Chicanery, and Fustigate.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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