inurement

jaded hearts
wishing they could see things
as new,
through different pairs of eyes

o, to discover beauty again
like never before

so what if
we are used to pain
isn’t that a good thing?

maybe what’s missing
is that feeling of anticipation
nothing else is a surprise
nothing else feels special

so what if
we are jaded
is that a sin?

in the meantime,
the moon looks down
from her throne
smiling wistfully at us mortals
who desperately scramble
for some kind of meaning
in this fleeting moment
we call life

~~~

written for a to z challenge. my theme: “senses”

© annie scribes 2017
all rights reserved

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