Chisel

Today I will not
Be defeated
No way
No how
Not today
But
against
The hues
Of black and blue
I imbue nothing

This block
I try to chisel
Doesn't stain
Or reflect my
Pain
Like the
Red Rocks
I remember
Here in Denver
No for me
It is deeper
Than Wounded Knee
As the sound
Of Little Big Horn
Is quiet for now
Cause that's the
Only sound
That continues
To fester
Like a retired
Court jester
Even in the
Hush
I feel the rush
Of emptiness
In my bosom
My breast
It is best
That I rest
Nola Contende (No Contest)

I sigh
I cry
I die
I deny
But l must
Try to fly
But the sky
Is too high
I am
A Wingless
Bird that
Is not seen
Or heard
Forced to
Befriend
Rock
Gravel and
Stone
So rather
Than be alone
I listen
To Moses's
Voice
And make my choice
I choose to
Build my
Church first
Despite the
Pain and hurt
I have faith
To understand
That the Promise Land
That I seek
Will not just be
In my view
But also under
My feet

Reviews

[Jennesis]

Yes, sometimes it is easier to remain hard as stone, not chiseling away at the hard surface, to protect and defend. I like the end, as standing on the stone, steady beneath your feet is a good solid place to be. And I hear the loneliness here too~