Thy Love O Self Rhyme
Posted: Saturday, June 05, 2010
by Robin Brown
Once upon a time now known,
A world was born from seed past sewn
From impatience held from mind once bound,
The key unknown has now been found.
I've wiped a tear from fallen star,
For the fear and pain is but a scar.
A world was born from seed past sewn
From impatience held from mind once bound,
The key unknown has now been found.
I've wiped a tear from fallen star,
For the fear and pain is but a scar.
Once a deep breath was taken
The betrayal itself is now foresaken
And left behind upon the mind,
To remind myself of my love confined
Now within my world and no longer locked away
Sensing heart once held at bay...
And now accepting fate my thoughts create,
Left alone to celebrate.
My days are now without that starkness of darkness
To remind myself of my love confined
Now within my world and no longer locked away
Sensing heart once held at bay...
And now accepting fate my thoughts create,
Left alone to celebrate.
My days are now without that starkness of darkness
for they've been turned around
From once gagged and silenced, my love be found.
Thoughts once held without a sound
Now welcomed in, no longer bound.
Heaven now lives within my soul,
The diamond's free outside the coal,
As the cocoon of life now awaits its fate.
It's the angel's breath without mandate
And entering with silence abating sound.
My fear is lost, a spark abounds
To hear my heart...
From once gagged and silenced, my love be found.
Thoughts once held without a sound
Now welcomed in, no longer bound.
Heaven now lives within my soul,
The diamond's free outside the coal,
As the cocoon of life now awaits its fate.
It's the angel's breath without mandate
And entering with silence abating sound.
My fear is lost, a spark abounds
To hear my heart...
as my love to self has NOW been crowned.
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Top-level comments on this article: (1 total)Your poem speaks to me in so many ways. I think you've said it all. Thanks.You are welcomed Jennifer, I know this piece was and still is really cathartic for me. Writing is such a beautiful tool in healing the self, isn't it?
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