"Love is a choice."
God, yes.
Finally.
No more make believe;
We finally have some reality here,
In the world miraculously like Wonderland.
So sorry Alice - your stories of wonder have never been good here for long,
Not in this mind of mine.
An escape? Yes.
A truth? No.
Just like how the words "love is a feeling"
Makes you feel safe for a little while.
About the same amount of time it takes to have a tea party, I've found.
You see,
We can have all the celebratory unbirthdays we want,
but eventually, it must end:
The fantasy; the game; the facade.
Eventually... the feeling leaves.
And then what?
What happens when the tea turns cold in your cup,
And the sugar you've spooned stops dissolving?
You make a choice.
So, I suppose, love is still a feeling.
Yes, love is a feeling -
But to limit it at simply that does it injustice.
Love can be as much,
Or as little as you make it.
The lengths that love reaches
Is dependent on what you do with it,
Once you have noticed it.
So, I ask you, Alice...
What about when the Hatter's jokes start to run dull,
And the cake left sitting on your fork gets stale?
What about when the Cheshire whispers poison into your ear and vanishes,
Leaving whatever was left in your stomach to churn?
What then, dear Alice?
Is love still the feeling you feel then?
Or is it the choice you make
When you find yourself in the dark?
- I think we have finally found
what made the Hatter so mad.
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From the Depths
PoetryA collection of original written word from the heart describing things felt or thought in real situations. I hope you enjoy the read - who knows what will come of it. #wattys2019
