To Thine Self Be True
Once there was romanticism within each line pleading to read between
in these passionate hues of rosey red
The woe of my despair, the need of acceptance of sorts
driven by my abuser, who could truly care for me?!
I found rejection so brutal,
as if I could truly show love
And with each harsh word I held privately
though the sun set so spectacular this evening
So very melancholy
as the life of the tree so now becomes dormant
Life is sucked away from its branches
as it dies what bountiful hues fill the horizon where I sit
People pass by and marvel the beauty
and isn't it somehow strange we find such beauty in the dying?
Before long barrenness will fill these lands
And I think of how it relates somewhat of my own life
This dormant time where I could not show the beauty of my love
as I covered it with emotions left in their wake
and oh, how I await for Spring to blossom on the hillside, and this side,
where my gentleness and sincerity a day shall then bloom
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To Thine Self Be True
|