Built on a fable 

The things you were sure were absolute truth 

Lie in pieces on your minds cutting room floor 

Stories force fed from childhood through youth 

Leave you wondering what else you don’t know 

As your beliefs have just fled through the door 

There are dark things that whisper in the edge of your mind 

Some may be real most are not 

You regret thoughts you had about someone you knew 

What was the need for such a secretive plot?

The answers to queries you’ll never receive 

So let them go back before you 

Make them  unimportant and give them no spot  

Or your mind they’ll never leave 

Treat them as memories someone wished to be true 

But not as spectres to keep haunting you 
Ailsa 

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Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember, devouring the stories of Roald Dahl under the covers by torchlight. I have always loved fairy tales, myths and magic. A good deal of the things I write has some truth in it. Others, not. I’m pleased you dropped by, please feel free to leave me a comment or if you’re kind enough to share that’s fine. ☺️ View all posts by ailsacawley