Self (Terzanelle)

With introspective eye (that once was blind),
to inward turn and see the darkest sides
and see at last the light thus intertwined.

Transparent hope, evasion so provides;
to not require the lifting of the veil
to inward turn and see the darkest sides

we hide at all expense, in all detail
of mastering, and pushing love away
to not require the lifting of the veil

and never grand illusions to betray;
‘tis nothing sweeter than the bitter taste
of mastering, and pushing love away

until the years, the life alone I faced…
I look upon the days I nearly lost
‘tis nothing sweeter than the bitter taste

of knowing I alone shall bear the cost!
With introspective eye (that once was blind),
I look upon the days I nearly lost
and see at last the light thus intertwined.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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