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I Sit and Ponder

I am comfortable with the loneliness now,
I shall wear it while it works,
But I shall take no oath nor solemn vow,
just sit silently as it lurks.

I have been reborn a hundred times,
as I refuse to learn the lesson,
and from the ashes a poet does rise,
as I refute my own confessions.

The strength that I refuse to see,
becoming obvious each passing night,
the power that lies in I not we,
my un-extinguishable light.

For chunks of heart have been torn from me,
stolen, trampled then devoured,
for the sake of art, uncomfortably,
my pen, again, empowered.

I sit and ponder why I always lose,
to so many types of distress and pain,
but somehow these paths I always choose,
and I play out the aftermath for you again.

I survive these things so that I can be whole,
as I empty myself onto this screen,
to make them smile my only goal,
and perhaps shed a tear in between.

For I will die for you all again and again,
I will suffer nightmares and take medication,
To truly live I must experience much pain,
with self imposed dares and true dedication.

My heart is warming now I feel the return,
of its beat, its flow and its pace,
next time it is stolen I will tell of the burn,
as I slip from my next embrace.

To feel such things I must take such leaps,
of boundaries, of faith, and live dreams,
but hold on tight to those slithers of peace,
that caress me in between.

Copyright © Jon K | Year Posted 2017

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