I betrayed my inner innocence
in a storm of doubt and pain
and trapped behind my defense
was no shelter from the rain
For all I had sought to protect
was washed out from under me
All I covered still got wet
and was swept out to the sea
What good is it to build a life
based on fear and insecurity?
when all we have for which we strive
is just more for which to worry
Now I'm nothing if not free
no weights drag at my feet
There is little to imprison me
for there is little I care to keep
(August 31st, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
