I Am Alive

love can lie to the naked eye
we deceive ourselves
and know not why
the things we hear 
should kill a love
make us call ourselves liars
is what love does

the truth can be so inconvenient
forcing a heart to be lenient
when rage and anger should over flow
but that  would upset
the peace that we know

this fear we have of losing beauty
this uncontrollable urge
to force the unity
when all the tools of love
have been exhausted
and the only thing left
is to admit, you lost it.

when it's all done and through
and when the self regains
it's respect for you
when all the embarrassment
and self loathing has left
your are stronger in that respect
there is strength to be found
in being a reject

learning a lesson others
have yet to learn
having been through the fire
i may never again burn
having a message 
of how to survive
how i fought my greatest enemy
myself. and yet i am still alive.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Kendrick Avatar
February 12, 2013 at 11:36 AM
Self can be the greatest enemy of any human being that is if one constantly indulges those selfish urges..Enjoyed reading your work this afternoon..Thanks for stopping by ..Sara
Cayton Avatar
July 7, 2012 at 7:36 PM
I feel your words so much tonight. Thank you for sharing such a profoundly beautiful piece of your work, I appologize for the past reflections of myself, with God all things are possible, we remain clay in His hands, and we all learn in various ways. I love your way, always striving to do the right thing, and I respect you so much for that. Left you a soupmail~ much love, Lucinda
Grisetti Avatar
July 5, 2012 at 11:02 AM
Wow. Those last two lines can really sum up life. Glad to read your poems today.
Dey Avatar
June 10, 2012 at 2:58 AM
If everything is imperfect in this imperfect world, love is most perfect in its perfect imperfection. Well done.
Wesley Avatar
June 8, 2012 at 9:58 AM
And yet, though love burns us we return to partake of the flame. Are we unable to learn or is the fire irresistible? I think you will burn again, the passion is there!
Palmer Avatar
June 5, 2012 at 2:48 PM
alive and boiling the SOUP with this one,great write Situation
The Rogue Rhymer Avatar
June 4, 2012 at 9:53 PM
Wow Situation-this is deep! Nicely done :) Thanks for your fun comment-I am way out there :)
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