The rift began long before the stones
held our memories
You might say it began before time
when light divided darkness. Or
did darkness divide light?
There is a rift that runs through the human brain
creating the left v. the right
logical v. illogical, perhaps
yet one cannot exist without the other
The rift is our own illusion
eyes forgetting how to see
the lines that weave
through life, stronger than our DNA
perfect cohesion defying density
if we could only see beyond
the rift, again
Created for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt #rift.
The Light Behind the Story 
Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo and commented:
First in this week…
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Thank you for sharing, Sue. Wow, first in for the week 😉 ❤
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Wonderful poem, Alethea. x
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Thank you ❤
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Superb, Alethea xx
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Thank you, Sue ❤
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I did like where you went with this one, exploring the notion of rift in our lives.
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I’m glad you enjoyed it, Michael 🙂
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This is a very beautiful poem Alethea and it is so correct too.💜💜
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Thank you, Willow ❤
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Great poem! 🙂 Sharing…
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Thank you, Bette. I appreciate the share 🙂
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thank you for sharing, ladies ❤
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Well done. This shows the human side of things. How we let things come between us.
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Thank you, Michele. 🙂
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Beautiful! ❤
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Thank you ❤
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