Finding Me, Seeking Salvation

Recovering but still punch drunk!

Finding Me, Seeking Salvation

 

Here I am chained to the horns of this dilemma,

held against my will in this vexing vortex

of disappointment and frustration.

 

Am I simply a victim of my own circumstance

or a victim of the greed and avarice

of those who would steal my soul?

 

Those who put things above true love and devotion,

and who value acquisition of worldly goods

more than the honesty of true affection.

 

So who am I now they have left these brutal scars,

left me a battered wreck whose soul is tarnished

with the flecks of bloody revenge?

 

Who will I be when the raging seas begin to quell,

when the hurricane passes and the earth calms

enough to assess the destruction caused?

 

Who will I become as feeling returns to a blood starved heart

and the angry coronary cramp of hate subsides

as my romantic, loving spirit returns home?

 

16/07/15

Author's Note

Reviews

[Willard Wells]

Your time with us is missed and I am glad this piece caught my eye. Beautiful. I have missed your work. Until another time. May peace be with you and your family and Merry Christmas my friend.

[Mark]

That hurt.... I'm sure there are worse ones, but it sure bites into one's soul doesn't it? I like how your poem doesn't consider complete despair but looks forward to being healed once more.

[andrew mitchell]

Feels like emotions have gone through a blender in a well expressed write John!

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Perhaps you will become that which you were destined to be, and nothing less... This is a great reflective piece about trying to see oneself in the aftermath of too much heart break and emotional damage...

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you FT.