Not knowing definitively might be frustrating, but it can be answer enough if I let it.
It is possible to have integrity, and be able to see the world from many perspectives. It is empathy, not lack of conviction. And if I am unsure, it is because I have not finished learning. So perhaps I will always be a little unsure. The day I stop learning is surely a grave one. Perhaps in death or some other dead-end of the mind and spirit. May such a thing never be.
I love wholly, and committedly. Perhaps, you might think, too much. I have failed to maintain boundaries before – given undeserved second chances. I have believed more in the potential of a man, rather than seeing him for what he was. ..
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E.B. Mahoney
Aspiring author, artist, and sleep deprived student. Based in Australia, E.B. Mahoney enjoys climbing trees, playing a real-world version of a fictional sport, and writing in the scant spare time she has left.
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Letters to the Long Nights
Perhaps that’s why I’m in turmoil. I should have spoken when I had the chance. Because that would have been me. Instead I held back. Because I feared being unwanted, and I feared pushing you away. And if it wasn’t fear of that, it was fear of making past mistakes again.
By E.B. Mahoney2 years ago in Poets
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Your work is truly commendable. I found it to be very well crafted and enjoyed reading it a lot.