The Poetry Soldier

The opening poem of my book that explains the theme......

The Poetry Soldier

 

Memories boil to the surface of her mind,

Crippling her strength.

She never one heeded to advice of others to

watch out for destruction,

so she gathers bits and pieces of herself

from the explosion of her fragility…

Blindly running across valleys,

searching for solace in the moon

but burnt from the intensity of the sun,

for she allowed herself to be scorched…

 by his intentions.

 

The journey led her right back to home,

a new discovery emerging

as her pain floated away across the pages of a

free therapy canvas,

passion drumming incessantly on a keyboard.

Seeking to patch up cuts and bruises with words,

bathing in the gift of self-expression.

 

 

Papers are tossed,

stained with tears.

Speaking of the past

which exposed the weak woman

 who had lived inside of her.

For she had been cracked open to reveal her yolk,

 and was devoured with

voracity by her love perpetrator,

 and then spit out.

 

His face is etched across the pages.

Each stanza is his eye gazing--

and she smiles because she

 transfers his power and control

through her pen to create her own masterpiece.

 

As she writes her fiery eyes gaze forward into

 a portal where her anger

sends shock waves through his mind,

psychically creating physical pain,

for he is void of any soul.

 

 

 Yet who is she?

With her masterpiece in hand

She finds herself

stepping onto a stage,

a microphone aimed at

her hesitating lips.

They all cheer, they want to her to pour

out her soul, so she does…

Her words ricochet against the walls of the

room, inhabited with poets warmed by their

passionate fires... similar to the candlelight

flames flickering across the walls,

as if in a dance to the rhythm of

her words…

 

She recites her rhyme,

feeding her emotions to those satiated

by depth of words,

being a victim of poverty so long

her stomach ached with hunger for love,

but she expresses her words to those

who experienced the bittersweet of life…

Hands come together in applause,

her heart had been exposed,

and she cries to the

face etched in her mind one last time,

the one who set up the battleground of her

bloody war,

Who helped her to discover herself:

 

Thank you.

For I know who I am.

Although you took me through the depths of hell,

you made me who I am...

Who am I?

A soldier!

One who is stronger and wiser because of you,

able to turn your destructive words

into my muse

for everyone to meditate upon...

a positive reincarnation.

Somewhere you are cowering, while I stand tall,

my spine rigid, my tongue sharp,

the applause loud,

and it's all because of you.

So once again, I thank you.

 

For making me a Poetry Soldier...

 

Author's Note

I revised this poem as well as my poetry book. Right now it is only available Amazon kindle until I post on other sites which formatting and a lot of extra time which I don't have a lot of at the moment. Here is the site to purchase it:

http://www.amazon.com/The-Poetry-Soldier-Kena-Kump-ebook/dp/B00IN62OV6

Reviews

[emmajoy]

What an incredibly powerful piece of writing and some great metaphors, phrases.. the ending was gently put and really highlighted the words before it.

' They all cheer, they want to her to pour / out her soul, so she does, / the words booming against the walls of / the candlelit room, / inhabited by passionate poets / with drive, showing their arms they have
battle wounds, as well. / Crisp words escape their lips despite / speaking of stale moments.'

The above is finely put, Kena, really, sticks out like a lynch pin somehow. Congratulations for taking the stage and I'm so glad you loved performing.

:-)

[Abhishekizy]

Nice one.... I loved the way you unfolded the pains and fragility of the character. Keep Writing. Stay blessed.

[Tom27]

A stunning read. The development of the person stated was concise and well. Hope that you may read my stuff and help me where you can.

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and good words my friend.
"She recites her rhyme,
feeding her emotions to those satiated
by depth of words,
being a victim of poverty so long
her stomach ached with hunger for love,"
I enjoyed the complete poem. The above lines were my favorite. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Inject Positivity]

Speechless!!!! I can imagine what is inside your book....Loved the words and your theme of this poetry.....If anyone reads this poem im sure he/she would want to buy your ebook.....Hats off to you mate.....Full rating as usual.....

[Sami Khalil]

I read this again. Amazing...:).......

[AMarie]

Absolutely amazing. Love this piece!

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

Thank you! It's one of my favorite pieces as well, one I turned into the theme of my book.

[Shaquana Adams]

Wow, just wow. Purely amazing :)

[David Scott]

I like the power you end up with here. Yes, you are a stronger person now. Your poetry not only builds you up, but you can share to help the hearts of others heal as well. This is a very strong way to live, giving your gifts to others. It is when we can give blessings to others we are most blessed...

Please do not take this wrong, but I must advise you to reconsider you giving credit to this monster for your strength. Others have gone through fire and been melted. Others have been haunted by ghosts and become ghouls. Others have been enslaved by demons and have transformed into demons themselves...
You became a source of power for the world to see. You became a woman transformed into a goddess. You accepted the good in life when it was disguised in the muck of human failings.
"He" deserves nothing from you. Not even your hate... Certainly not your gratitude. Your eyes should never bless him with a second glance. You are goddess now, and he is evil spent and wasted. In the eternity that is now yours, he never even existed.
Sorry... just my opinion about men who mistreat women.
Great poetry.

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

yep. I know. He is worthless, a nothing. I wrote this back in 2007 when the breakup in 2006 was fresh in my mind. Although he took me through the depths of hell, i thank him for giving me some of my strongest poetry/songs to date. LOL

[David Scott]

:) Good to know.
Yes, focus now on the wonderful you!
Sorry, I let my emotions get away with me. ha. I can rant a little from time to time.

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

no. emotions are good!!!! it's what makes us good writers.

[Sami Khalil]

"His face is etched across the pages.

Each stanza is his eye gazing--

and she smiles because she

transfers his power and control

through her pen to create her own masterpiece."

A great write. Thank you for penning...:)......................................

[A. Amos]

I absolutely love those verses,  very relateable! amazingly written and well expressed.