Misshapen

Just a prose type of poem I wrote when thoughts swirled in my mind....

Why has my world been misshapen?

By hands that wish to demolish a natural form,

The same hands that wish to bruise a battered soul,

Or cut across life which has been given to me….

By pure sacrifice.

But no one sees through these eyes,

Or treads this path alone,

Picks up an anguished heart

Trying desperately to search for a way home.

 

Why has my world been misshapen,

By a negative wrecking ball,

Words which work against me,

Break any shard of hope.

 

Rebuilding life takes too many hands,

And too many hours,

Laborious to this mind which wants change

As swift as an eagle’s wing,

But instead surrounded by vulchers,

Taken of everything.

 

I want that natural curve,

That straight line, that formation which is

Reliable, and not pulverized over time.

Stuck in this labyrinth of mistakes,

Of unrequited solitude

That my hard work

Had me arrive to the place that I

Was looking for this whole time.

 

Happiness which beams off my very aura,

Shines the walls of this home,

Inside my heart, my soul, and my mind.

Not misshapen,

But rebuilt.

Author's Note

This was written over six months ago when I felt forlorn and lost and hopeless. A lot of good things have happened since then. And it's great to know that life feels less misshapen and more reliable, and I am reaching closer to my goals.

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[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Life does get overwhelming and it seems like just when things are good they go bad again. That is why we need to enjoy the happy times and wait out the bad… and we do it by having faith.