Battle of Wills
Author: Unknown
Bloody tears stain my sorrowed face from life's setbacks, obstacles, shackled and imprisoned thoughts of inner peace I chase...
I've had my share of hurt and pain, yet here on this land of earthy quicksand and black holes I still remain...
How I am tested time and time again, which path to take with so many roads to choose from, do I take the crooked path and chance my luck
or shall I remain on the straight and narrow, wait for destiny with arms outstretched and remain as I am and be hallowed...
I toy with my thoughts and ignore my hearts calling, a dual with myself, do I stand tall, or do I wither, crumble and continue falling...
A battle of wills and scales either side of me, unevenly balanced with the devil's tale tipping the scales and whispering blasphemy..
Head in hands in confused despair, my guardian angel with magic wand and golden hair...rescue me and unshackle my heart, shatter the devil between it's eyes, wake me up from this nightmare and allow me my fate
There is no use, I am who I am, whatever life throws at me, shapes me
into the man I was born to be, and of who I am...I will take you life, and whatever you have bestowed, for it's your unpredictable nature that has nurtured me and allowed me to grow..
So here I will stand and fight you toe to toe, for I will never change, no matter how bad it gets..for you are my fertiliser, without you I die, and the goodness of my heart will cease to shine and glow
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
When all seems lost and things get too much, stand tall and be proud and cherish who you are
Comments (7)
I do think you can change if you wish, though. Light to you, friend.
Ljj