Break My Parts (part 3)

This was something I wrote when I was 20. One of my first poems. Positive reflection, post-catharsis.

And when all breaks i wont despair,

for what remains was always there;

What fades not in fire or force,

withstanding each of times course.

 

This floor on which my walls are built

This living earth will never wilt;

With all my parts i strive to live

plant in my life, enroute to achieve

Author's Note

Here's the last of three parts. All comments are appreciated, tell me about the journey if you've had the time to read through all 3. Good or bad, i want to hear what you think :)

Reviews

[JulianaSun]

Hahaha, these three poems remind me of the five stages of grief. The last one is acceptance. Yep, you are accepting all the craziness within, and decide to move on. Even if the poem were a bit disorderly, as if wanting to say too much, too fast, I think the outcome is great.
As I said before, you have captured the human soul perfectly. We are all the sum of a our parts :)
You wrote this when you were 20 ( roughly 5 years ago), and I have to say your writing has improved greatly. There is a bit of a difference between now and then :)

J