Featured Poem:
The Un-forgiven
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Featured Poem:
The Un-forgiven
How many poems must I write to find the centre of my being?
How many internal deaths must I die until I feel like I’m living?
I want to breathe purpose throughout my inhale and exhale,
Set the rhythm of my soul fire regulated by my heart beat
Feel the adrenalin rush as I touch happiness, blood cells dancing in vein,
It’s a beautiful life without the ugly,
Ugly is so vain it’s all I see, I‘ve seen ugly before,
I’ve felt its sting like manta,
I’ve seen its pain manifest and run rampant like wild stallions free to rein prairies of hopelessness,
Like distended bellies, like desert tongue, like callous hands due to suffrage,
Like knife wounds in back, slit throats in allies, like parted thighs and DNA scrapings,
I’m sure you’ve seen Ugly,
How about that 5 year old who decided to never to tell a soul on how innocence snatched made her a man child before he was six,
How silence meant everything, how snips and snails and puppy dog tails consumed him
Cause that’s what little boys are made of,
What am I afraid of?
I trust no one… I’ve seen ugliness tear forgiveness in shreds,
Shred teenage dreams into lost identities, fear faces that show affection,
Affections have no effect on affected souls that are dug out hollowed into oblivion,
I once witnessed sunsets on fiery tongues wondering if I’ll ever see the sun,
I once thought I knew love, I once wanted so bad I gave all I had leaving empty,
I once promised I’ll never forgiven the un-forgiven for forgiveness is no company of mine,
Have you ever hated yourself so much while loving others to death, living a tortured life dressing it up to be beautiful?
Let the medium be my writing, how many poems must I write?
How many internal deaths must I suffer?
I seen beauty in God he prepped me for radiance, God seen beauty in me,
It’s that tiny splinter that causes the most pain,
It’s that struggle to grow that burning tiredness that lets you know,
That wrinkle, that vein on the temple, that strain in the eye,
Free me, let me forgive, free me let me feel, free me let me touch,
Let me find that clarity, let transparency be the skin I’m in,
Let torn dreams knit like sutures,
Rekindle soul fires, heal broken wings,
Mend broken hearts, fix broken thoughts,
Clear murky waters, purify bad intentions,
Let beautiful minds shine from that clarity,
Breathe my being into existence one more time,
Let me feel how fragile life is,
Let me touch the fire, consume the flame, become the light, transcend the breath,
Set free the wind and roam the world on a single word…. LOVE!
And maybe then I’ll be courageous enough…
Maybe then I’ll be courageous enough…..
Maybe then I’ll be courageous enough…
To forgive…..myself
How many poems must I write to find the centre of my being?
How many internal deaths must I die until I feel like I’m living?
I want to breathe purpose throughout my inhale and exhale,
Set the rhythm of my soul fire regulated by my heart beat
Feel the adrenalin rush as I touch happiness, blood cells dancing in vein,
It’s a beautiful life without the ugly,
Ugly is so vain it’s all I see, I‘ve seen ugly before,
I’ve felt its sting like manta,
I’ve seen its pain manifest and run rampant like wild stallions free to rein prairies of hopelessness,
Like distended bellies, like desert tongue, like callous hands due to suffrage,
Like knife wounds in back, slit throats in allies, like parted thighs and DNA scrapings,
I’m sure you’ve seen Ugly,
How about that 5 year old who decided to never to tell a soul on how innocence snatched made her a man child before he was six,
How silence meant everything, how snips and snails and puppy dog tails consumed him
Cause that’s what little boys are made of,
What am I afraid of?
I trust no one… I’ve seen ugliness tear forgiveness in shreds,
Shred teenage dreams into lost identities, fear faces that show affection,
Affections have no effect on affected souls that are dug out hollowed into oblivion,
I once witnessed sunsets on fiery tongues wondering if I’ll ever see the sun,
I once thought I knew love, I once wanted so bad I gave all I had leaving empty,
I once promised I’ll never forgiven the un-forgiven for forgiveness is no company of mine,
Have you ever hated yourself so much while loving others to death, living a tortured life dressing it up to be beautiful?
Let the medium be my writing, how many poems must I write?
How many internal deaths must I suffer?
I seen beauty in God he prepped me for radiance, God seen beauty in me,
It’s that tiny splinter that causes the most pain,
It’s that struggle to grow that burning tiredness that lets you know,
That wrinkle, that vein on the temple, that strain in the eye,
Free me, let me forgive, free me let me feel, free me let me touch,
Let me find that clarity, let transparency be the skin I’m in,
Let torn dreams knit like sutures,
Rekindle soul fires, heal broken wings,
Mend broken hearts, fix broken thoughts,
Clear murky waters, purify bad intentions,
Let beautiful minds shine from that clarity,
Breathe my being into existence one more time,
Let me feel how fragile life is,
Let me touch the fire, consume the flame, become the light, transcend the breath,
Set free the wind and roam the world on a single word…. LOVE!
And maybe then I’ll be courageous enough…
Maybe then I’ll be courageous enough…..
Maybe then I’ll be courageous enough…
To forgive…..myself
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