Fleur de lis

Tired
Scraps and sun rises
Wakeful dreams and somber sleep
The hollow past
The bountiful future
Bright
Shining
Glorious and imperfect
A heart once bound
Tired an lost
Yearning
Lost
Bitter and costly
A tragic diarama
Heavy
A box of rusted nails
Scraping
Seething
Has found footing
Firm and steadfast
To reach the peak
To aspire and succeed
I realized i never needed to kneel
I lifted my head
An realized I myself
Was the king

Reviews

[The Iron Horseman]

The imagery in this piece is very powerful, Scott. The sense of bitterness, frustration and failure in the early parts of the poem cuts like a knife, then the reader is lifted out of the dark and into the light by the final segments, with the sense of a soul rising from despair into the light and realizing their full potential. Very inspirational, my friend. Well done.

[Scott Troy]

Thank you so much.

[The Iron Horseman]

You are very welcome.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I can't believe more readers did not find this power packed creation. Loved it.