“Unlocking Secrets: What Lies Beneath the Garden Maze?”
In the whirl of life, don’t you sometimes feel like you’re meandering through a labyrinth? The words of this poem resonate deeply, capturing that unmistakable sense of confusion and introspection that often accompanies our journeys. As we navigate the complexities of existence, it’s easy to find ourselves tangled in thoughts and memories, akin to autumn leaves swirling down a path once familiar. The imagery of a green-finch—a fleeting symbol of what once was—serves as a poignant reminder that our past shapes us, even as we grapple with the weight of loss and the uncertainty of tomorrow. So, what do we do when we find ourselves lost in the middle, surrounded by silent witnesses—slow-worms and slugs—that remind us of time’s relentless march? Join me in diving deeper into this reflective piece that mirrors our own meanderings through confusion and clarity. LEARN MORE.More & more in a muddle
Somewhere in the middle
You turn in on yourself
where’s there’s no-one else.
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