Within  by W.H. Weckel c 2008

Within by W.H. Weckel c 2008

A Poem by W.H.Weckel
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A Mans inner struggle to right himself after a destrucive setback in his life. His soul , his character arises to encourage , so it is, he moves forward.

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Tit for tat, there, strewn all about
a sieve to sift fact from fable
covered in ash, he rises from ruin
he stumbles, then stands strong and firm
unfriendly wind, no shelter from cold
there smoulders a fire, no flame
yet burning beneath, where eye can not see
the heart of a man come to terms
nothing he knew, prepared him for this
how awkward he feels to this day
still all of his dreams lie resting, torpid
for another time, so they slumber
wake up you lumbering prolific mind
your time has come forth, tis now
seise the day, seise the hour, seise my hand
I break the charm you are under
the one you acquainted with, impetuous
spit on, kicked about, restrained
acquiescing offences so heinous
you took on as your own rue
your lovely, gorgeous, worthy to find
I write to you from inside your heart
sing out, pick up and play your guitar
you burgeon, its all inside you
within your heart, within your soul
the outside can never trespass
unless you allow it, your dreams shall not die
tho lurid, the fire unchanged
open your eyes, open your hands
open the door there within
you are an eagle, be fearless in flight
all you hold precious reamins

© 2008 W.H.Weckel


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I really like this, it tells a story within itself one of pain suffering and then moving on. We all struggle from time to time in life, but its the gathering of the strength withon that makes us much stronger.

I like the way it flows, and the description is great, brings a perfect image in my mind.
Keep writing and thanks for the comment.
Dawn

Posted 16 Years Ago



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W.H.Weckel
W.H.Weckel

San Diego, CA



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