Inner Self

Hello you all! It's been a long time coming, but after so long I've managed to do something I haven't done for ages. I've written another poem.
I'd like to give special credit to Power of Silence for her encouragement; naturally I decided to call this poem Inner Self. Enjoy!

Seeing you again makes me grin and laugh like I’m lame
A sense of happiness, joy, nostalgia, longingness and then shame
I look upon you, the one who saw and shone so bright
Putting trust in you, your honour and your loyalty would confirm I was right.

Your spirit, your soul would energise me whole
Would make me feel blessed and alive
You gave me true wealth, true beauty and drive
You believed, had hope and had faith in me
Despite your merriness you had great sincerity
Shame and bitter sadness has engulfed me
You must disappointed at who you see

This man is tired, worn and bitter behind his visor
Selfishness he has mistaken for being shrewd and wiser
He thought you were dead, gone forever
Today is a day that has never been braver
For moons his fury and loathing tormented who he had become
But his soul was weak enough to succumb

He gazed into a piece of glass, crying silently, discreetly for who he had lost
Then something gave a hopeful scintilla
This held the demons
This was a great healer
A wave of purity washed over me
I remembered the man I used to be

I hope, I pray for the strength, the drive, spirit and relief
I hope you stay
I take this leap of strength, love and courage, with self-belief
I hope you stay

Comments

yay Biggrin

Glad you're back into it, but I don't need any credit for it! I hardly did anything!

You taught me at least one new word Blum 3

It's good Smile

I like the whole self-discovery theme and I can understand where you're coming from. Looking back at certain parts of life when you were better/worse does bring about certain feelings which can deflate you. It's great when you can feel positive again, though! Blum 3

"How many people find fault in what they're reading and the fault is in their own understanding" Al Mutanabbi

love it.

Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary?