Redeemed

Something beautiful

Something beyond my ray of hope

What has been lost

Has been returned to me.

Oh, how I cry of hope

Where before I screamed in despair

And the cure

Before my face all this time,

Beckoning me to indulge,

I should have listened.

Now I bathe in it,

Naked in my own silence,

Dipped in gold through

The sparks of my mind;

A mind blackened by disuse,

Misuse,

And redeemed by true beauty:

Words, only words.

Reviews

[zach h.]

The way that this poem is crafted is something to be proud of. You painted a story so well with vivid words and a compelling idea. I just keep wanting to go back and read it over and over again. There is a mystery to this piece. Sometimes I think I understand, and yet I feel it remains an enygma. I do like how it starts off with a nice rhythm. I was hooked right away. Thank you for sharing and keep up the good work!

[Charlène Boutin]

Thank you for taking the time to read. I'm happy you got so much from it!