Monday, January 30, 2012

Dark Destiny

I was born a seeker of the desolate,
Wandering in fields where
Serenity refuses to grow.
I possess a permeable soul,
Absorbing fresh shocks of anguish
That leave my feet frozen to the earth.
The depth of true despair
Is a flame that still startles
With its twisted misery,
Distorting reality,
Warping interactions.
And yet, knowing all this,
I continue in my mission,
For tomorrow is another day,
And another chance for redemption.


Brian Miller said...

i love the hope in the end of this and tomorrow is always a new day...a new chance at redmption...effective verse...

margo said...

Sounds a familiar place; not a fun one, but your speaker describes it well. Because the words fit the situation, none of then stand out but work seamlessly.

I like the image,


Amber said...

"And another chance for redemption"-- that's what so many of us long for and indeed tomorrow is another day for that. Nice! :)

Andy Sewina said...

Yeah, nicely! I quite like the way you fitted this together and ended up with redemption!!!

Laurie Kolp said...

Tomorrow will be serenity!

Marianne said...

Beautiful poem of inspiration and possibility in spite of discouragement and despair.