In words, they wish you well,
In their acts, they will give you hell.
Intentions are invisible, I wish I could guard my steps around people.
My circle is small, I’m still throwing my coins to the well.
Intentions are Hidden, but I’m hoping to stay pure and do well.
I think eyes are mirrors, you can see through them if you look well,
But some are just tinted, their intentions are concealed too well.
Who can I trust with my heart, when dishonesty continues like a sequel.
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What this Poem Really means;
A wishing well myth is ancient. It was a believed that water hosted deities.
For example in the myth, Odin was asked to sacrifice his right eye which he threw into the well to receive not only the wisdom of seeing the future but the understanding of why things must be.
Although there are different versions to this myth, the most outstanding thing is that people would pray for blessings and favors from deities by throwing something of value in return to the deity of the well.
So when I say:
“My circle is small, I’m still throwing my coins to the well.”
It’s poetically entangled to this myth. We Sacrifice for those closest to us and hope for the best.
Isn’t that what it takes to keep friends and relationships.