Turned Around Poem by Lyn Paul

Turned Around

Rating: 5.0


I lost my family long ago
To someone that, I now do not know
I gave my all and built a strong home
Where happiness grew and friends would rome
Now years have past and things have turned around
My shoes do not fit, and there is no solid ground
My powers are lost. The fairy has gone
Not needed much and so often thought wrong
I held out my hand, yet it was taken from me
But I could feel my way. I could... still see
Inside still, .. my wand does glow
Believing in only.. tomorrow
I know one day... the shoes will fit once more
Exactly how they were... those years before.





Copyright Reserved May 2014
LYN PAUL

Thursday, April 18, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: heartache,loss
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I have never been good with shoes. Love them yet sometime don't think they're for me.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Maria Gonzalez 27 September 2015

Aaahhhh Lyn, this is a very sad poem indeed. Well written but oh so sad. Thank you for sharing and I am certain that one day you will regain what you did lose and more.

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Valerie Dohren 23 April 2013

I think we all buy (into) shoes which don't fit properly - we can either throw them out or try and stretch them to make them fit better. Great metaphor, great poem Lyn.

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Unwritten Soul 21 April 2013

Agreed with Shahzia, when i was reading this, i think about CInderella....who knows you are a creator of elastic glass shoes that can fit you ant time...we should not blame our feet because because of it we able to stand and walk in this life...life is never a same shoes for us to wear, we need a comfortable one that last longer even thought it not made of adorable desire...living moderate is always help you to find your perfect fit shoes...otherwise think about my idea, elastic cinderella's shoe hahahaha Joking_Soul

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Shahzia Batool 20 April 2013

Lyn Paul, do you think that you have never been good at handling issues well? The poem is stark straight though with a central metaphor running in the lines, the first reading dawned as a modern version of Cinderella, and the 2nd reading reminded me of Beckett's lines: blaming on your shoes the faults of your feet...shoes are handled as a right symbols for problems...! ! !

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David Wood 18 April 2013

A lovely but sad poem. I've worn walking boots for months as we've had rain from autumn to spring in the UK. A lovely write

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