I Will Go With Pride
Speak not rose of lady youth in manner now barbarian,
In presence yet uncouth.
Unworthy of a dirt which lives traverse.
A specter of recluse, a sum indeed perverse.
Finger of defiance, solitary stone.
No right to see a sun hath ever shone.
Those agree will likewise see a darker hour.
Compassions mote wherein will stay no power.
Door of redemption, light high-gloried path,
So spilt each night in blind were I a different
Troubled mind,
Each time left un-renewed,
But never left behind.
Self-imposed injunction, writ of fear upon us all
For lessor treasons to each heart.
A scaffolding erected long before all conscious minds
Could comprehend.
Hateful bully, now forgiven, intellectually sad.
Shallow grave lain upon a lifetime lived.
Presence of a lonely heart from start to start.
Am I my sister’s keeper after all.
Could I become more than I am.
Released to choose a life I’m given.
Die a death to which all souls are driven.
What life but lonely search unknown.
Touch or sound from whence we come,
To walk upon this earth left splintered,
Shaken un-mistaken, for the life to which we’re bound.
Give me the ball, sir, I will go with pride so forth.
All iniquity done for less the worth.
I have no tear to cry.
I will love this life and all until I have no will to try
Then close my eye in awe
And taste nor tarry blood now un-remaining.
Relinquish proof of sound
To both thine ears un-staining.
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