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Jan 2015
The colour never changed
and its purpose
Well...who are we to challenge?
The muddy puddle held it's dankness
And I was ready to jump

A place I'd spent my life avoiding
This wet and murky
An avoidance that held no solace
No wanting
And for sure no appeal

The days,weeks and finally the years did pass
As bones became a little older
My mind wandered
Why had I avoided it?
What had made me jump like the sheep for their master?
And so became my question

The very next day
I continued on my walk
The path ...my life
As always the puddle waited for me
Only this time
When I jumped

My aim sharp
As quiver gripped my body
I flew
Higher than ever before
With my head held high and eyes wide shut
The middle of muddy puddle was ready
This place
My unknown

An avalanche of cascading water
Deafened my thoughts
The water was deep
My muddy puddle was playing its role
For not a single drop of water
touched me
I remained the dry

I was scared
Why was I dry?
Dare I open my eyes?

Of course I do

A smile broke out over my face
As my aged eyes took in their view
Such beauty bequeathed me
For the muddle puddle had painted my world

All my greys and blacks now gone
Flowers seen like never before
and a sky of blue so perfect
I could cry
The tears flowed as blurred eyes took in the reality
My life of past had been so colourless
And now
And now I would smile to make a million people smile with me
As I splashed and danced
I began to live
andy fardell
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andy fardell
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