Gentle Warrior ( for Nathan )A Poem by Colin Mitchell Williams Twenty seven years old as he sat Hands holding his shaking head The TV dead The pile of melted plastic That was once his life Now shattered and broken For a better image of himself As if some mummified part of him Had broken free Free of all the bandaging Which had made him believe What he saw now in them Was nothing And the light poured in through his window A brilliant spotlight of truth He felt his skin emerge He turned and looked at the palms of his hands And saw what they were worth As if on a flood He new himself A revelation far more intricate Than anything his thoughts of previous Had bonded to explanations He was awakened And through the crystal mirror of his own clarity Saw at last, the man he was And if mistaken before Those misfortunes now of no consequence He rose to his feet And years of shackles breaking Fell needless, heedless The petty minded dross, of society That had sucked to weakness All identity One step, on steady, sure feet, And purged became this warriors heart Now defiant Stronger The connection he made to love And the light poured in through his window A brilliant spotlight of truth He felt his skin emerge He turned and looked at the palms of his hands And saw what they were worth © 2010 Colin Mitchell Williams |
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Added on May 17, 2010 Last Updated on May 17, 2010 Author |