Cindy Lu Poet Free verse

To Thine Self Be True

Once there was romanticism within each line pleading to read between
in these passionate hues of rosey red 
The woe of my despair, the need of acceptance of sorts
driven by my abuser, who could truly care for me?!
I found rejection so brutal, 
as if I could truly show love 
And with each harsh word I held privately 
 though the sun set so spectacular this evening
So very melancholy
as the life of the tree so now becomes dormant
Life is sucked away from its branches
as it dies what bountiful hues fill the horizon where I sit
People pass by and marvel the beauty
and isn't it somehow strange we find such beauty in the dying?
Before long barrenness will fill these lands
And I think of how it relates somewhat of my own life
This dormant time where I could not show the beauty of my love 
as I covered it with emotions left in their wake
and oh, how I await for Spring to blossom on the hillside, and this side, 
where my gentleness and sincerity a day shall then bloom
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To  Thine  Self  Be  True

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Jon Arno December 20, 2013 at 5:53 PM Wonderful piece of writing. Another great one Cindy :) xo Jon

Poet Tacito November 10, 2013 at 8:02 AM Many layered & emotionally heartfelt lines, both in pain & wanton depth. This almost seemed like a battle of self, in a way. Wonderful job! :)

Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu October 16, 2013 at 4:48 AM Nicely done dear,kudos.

Johnny Rhinem October 12, 2013 at 1:40 PM † Life In This Purposeful Age, Seems For Many If Not Most A Horrendously Bad Movie, Dear Precious Lucinda Price ˜ Sitting Amid A Fullhouse Crowd Of Once, High Expectation ? Somewhat Like Jerusalem And Her Children Believing That, Christ Heaven's Messiah, Was To Be Their King ˜ Surely His Beauty Is Although, Not As Many Of Them These Babies Had Hoped ? So What Is The Relevance To Your Painting These Thoughts ? Set Your Eyes Beyound, The Night, And, Don't Bank On The Wash ? Love, John