|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 1:02 am
Rebirth - May 2009
I cannot soar from star to cloud on wings of feather down
although not young I never wore a priceless wedding gown
For all that I will ever lack I fear there is no hope
of ever finding my true self; with that I cannot cope
I struggle always day by day to stay afloat the stress
But still within there never is a cure to all the mess
Where is the worth that I was told I held within myself?
When can I find the inner me and take me off the shelf?
I cannot live forevermore nor would I wish to try
But I can still speak softly to a friend who needs to cry
In gentle hands and soothing voice I find a moment's worth
the tender moment brings to me my inner soul's rebirth
is this what I was meant to be? A helpmate and a friend?
I here suppose there is no shame in making this my end.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 10:54 pm
That was incredible. I cannot really find a place for critique here to be honest... so you simply get a sleepy thumbs up from me.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 10:31 am
Thanks!
Punk was on msn with me when I wrote it. I didn't change much to it but at his suggestion while I was posting a stanza at a time I changed it from stanzas to couplets.
I wrote the whole thing in about an hour.
I suck at prose. Suck at novels
I rock at poetry.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
