Inner Battle of My Ways

I found myself wrapped in the ways of a woman standing up alone
Looking back on how my hands cried out in disbelief
Not knowing why everyone stared at me as if hypnotized
I stood back and watched the world go by in pictures
Unleashing an inner battle of distant grief

I returned to see the footprints from the innocence of my youth
When I closed my eyes, I opened every single window
Everything hidden ran through what was lying underneath
The sweetest echoes from the table of my heart
Made me smile in all I know

Would any of those footprints stop for me here in my stillness
Erase the patterns of teardrops from my cheek
If by chance, the clearest moonlight stained my memories
Will I still stand back viewing everyone in pictures
Staring as if hypnotized at me

Here lie the looks on every face at the setting of our sun
Their eyes dancing on waves of better days
If I could paint a picture of what is lying underneath
Perhaps I would not express myself wrapped
In the inner battle of my ways

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

this seems to be one of regret and angst if so well put I can see the ying and yang argument internally

[LA Lorena]

This is lovely! bittersweet and touching. your writing has such a gentleness about it.

[Pebbles]

I do think this brilliant , and u have painted it indeed Neva ... some paint pictures with brush and paint and we paint with ink upon paper ... all shows the beauty or the ugliness we find ... hold the windows wide my friend and breath x

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Brilliant as always.

[Lily Mae]

I feel this to my core Neva... A poem of bittersweet memories? A beautiful write..xx