I learnt an embarrassing lesson yesterday; don’t rush!
I hit the ‘publish’ button like I would the ‘enter’ button – big mistake! Unconcerned, I thought I’d just correct and ‘Update’ which, of course, I did in seconds.
Embarrassingly the preview of the blog post (goes everywhere!) stayed as the original un-edited version although when ‘read more’ was clicked, the corrected version appeared!
Lesson well and truly learnt! Writing and posting when you’re tired or in a rush – just don’t do it! I do sincerely apologize.
Hopefully I can make amends with a poem written before love returned to my life.
DOORS CLOSING
How often has the door closed on opportunity for me?
And how many times have I shut it?
‘Well, open it again.’ You say. Not so easy
when it is wedged with prejudice.
Locked with lies about your femininity
and jammed with judicial errors.
I am an opportunist and I do believe
as one door closes, another… you know.
But sometimes, for my sanity, I take
the easy way out. My heart’s the same.
I’m not brave in letting that door stand ajar.
The solid barrier protecting my comfort zone.
A jack-hammer wouldn’t be heard now!
I’m deaf to desire and numb to need.
The woolen blanket around my feelings keeps me warm.
I lock the door, pocket the key, work and love in secret.
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2000
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