An Inward Journey

My Soul
Stumbled back
through the Badlands
Bloodied
Bereft of what I had Brought
Bruised
Broken Down and Dejected
I had lost the battles I had fought
On my own
I tasted the fruit that
grew one the gnarled trees
Sweet, it made on sick
Addictive, but filled with burning poison
I return
to the city and stream
wherein I spent my
youthful years
Home to the waters
I knelt beside and
drank to heal
my chapped and thirsty lips
The tortured, spindly grains
giving way to
The Green farm and orchard
twelve pearl-towers loomed ahead
The golden gates and soft shafts of light
The unspeakable creatures
Rested My tired eyes,
I stopped
Dropped face down in the dust
begged the Lord
of this Blessed realm for mercy,
To be let back in
He came Himself
In Man-flesh
Washed and healed me
Fed me from His own table
"How do I deserve this?",
I stuttered
Ashamed at accepting such selflessness
"You don't" He said
Point of fact,
"His love can never be earned,
But He gives it"

Reviews

[A. L. Z.]

This poem was very visually appealing to the point it's making. "I had lost the battles I had fought" is a statement that I entirely feel at this moment... Its always good when poems hit close to home. The way we bite into what the world has to offer, and the way it becomes a way of life that hurts is well described visually. Like it.

[Samuel Dickens]

An excellent tale of life. Reminds me of a Bible story, in fact.