At Your Feet

I refuse obedience.

There is love, a kind that even god himself
is willing to tear right out of the frame.
Found blessings in misjudgments
The way I use to before I loved him.

                              Back when I martyred my dreams

                              at your feet.

Knowing my place was to stand
in your shadow.
That place where hope hung
like silken tapestries behind imprinted glass.
Shunning necessity of you
I refused obedience.

                              Back when I relinquished  those chains
                              at your feet.

Author's Note

Dedicated to those of use who had to learn the hard way about love and the way things are suppose to be.

Reviews

[WynterPhoenix]

This is a powerful piece. Great write!

[Alicia Hirshey]

This is a hard lesson and it sucks when you find out what love really is and what and where you are supposed to be. I love this piece.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

a hard lesson that can't be taught ~ one that must be learned intimately~ your language brocade again is exquisite in its capacity to relay the undertones of humanity in a most sublime and captivating manner~

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

That place where hope hung like silken tapestries behind imprinted glass........such a beautiful melancholy piece you have painted here. I feel such sorrow from this piece........Excellently penned.

[SpokenWord]

It is a lesson that is learned through out life, love is blinding and sometimes we repeat past mistakes in hope of having love over being lonely. Such a thinker you are filled with emotions and lessons that you share with us all.