#58 My Promised Land. Somehow I Was Still Alive Pt II.

courtesy Wojciech Wolak

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I had to 

crash into the earth

to find my place among the stars,

had to 

ride these waves and conquer sprays

to see land wasn't too far,

Watch me

break my own bones and rend my flesh

for a small glimpse of my soul,

learning to fly

through ageless nights

with wings I once refused to hold,

And then when

reaching daybreak's silenced heights

I felt arrows pierce inside

Leaving me to plunge

to depths 

whose will was made 

to have my courage euthanized...

so many times

I’ve fallen

in an attempt to rest but for a while...

but see me rise though 

grieved and tired;

for I've been taught

to never tie myself to a ground

that can easily change into sinking sands,

to face the odds though death may be at hand

and its through all these things

I've lost all fear, all concerns,

and all cares.

For they are not allowed

into the place I seek,

where the earth

is indeed inhabited by the meek 

solidly built  

on hope’s outstretched hands

beckoning me to 

.My promised land.

 My Inspiration: Daybreak.

 

© KohylahPiper 2015

#53 The Spaces Where Drama Exists Part III

courtesy derekoverfield.deviantart.com

Your fate was foretold;

though it always takes time

one must wait

before shadows

dissipate

to make way for the light,

too many coatings beneath

those

hands clasped so tight

the only signal

that betrayed

the rumblings that

were mounting inside,

till

against the affliction

of your own will

your tongue rebelled;

admittedly,

Freudian speech

was never meant to

be stilled.

Praised be your

blessed lips!

that cut through this chase

of dynamite infiltrated feelings

barely covering ruination's face;

revelling in sharpened wit

its stabs, bleeding

deceit dry

tossing it over the curb

not caring what it said

even less what it heard

only willing it to slowly die.

Confidence seeped through

those

hands clasped so tight

unwilling to bring

them to the face

not partaking from its bounty

for fear of its indigestible lies.

Their only option

was to quiver

splaying tormented fingers wide

opening their space

of secrets and lies...

 

My Inspiration: The Human Condition

 

© KohylahPiper 2015