Carl Fraser Poet Free verse

Second Chance

My tired heart rumbles like distant
 thunder exploding in my soul
And all my emotions lose control at once
My thoughts are scrambled
 in the maze and mayhem of me
And in the middle of the madness
 I finally see the real me
Like peeling an onion
 I peel away the layered scars 
Removing stains and pains
Until I reach my own embryo cocooned
And waiting 
For the emergence of my true birth,
 a new self worth
I open these primitive eyes
 to brand new skies 
and my first new thoughts are
" Will I be loved this time. "

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Poet Destroyer A January 31, 2016 at 12:04 AM Hi Carl, WOW, I've never thought of poeticizing the layers of an onion. You, my friend, will rise above all the scars. Love's a beautiful mystery at times. You will never know if you don't take the risk (first step.) I say every new thought is a portal. Run with it. Always ~LINDA~ Carl Fraser January 31, 2016 at 1:40 PM Hi Linda, ya an onion just made me think of the many layers attached to one life, good or bad we all carry them. I truly appreciate your comments always. Hugs Carl