The foolish rush in
Where angels fear to tread , in May
And cowards are never
Tainted with sacrifie, of giving
Pour me a glass full of posion
Watch me lick
My lips in knowing
It has to be
A mountain to be climbed,
Sweat in tore, to gain its reward
Hand me my crown of torns
Allow me to push down
To adjust and fit well
After I will assert,
In affirmation, in joy, belief
I loved once and again in this life
I sense a pull here between inside and out..love inside is worth more than any cup of poison..jae
ReplyDeleteGreat word play here, and I love your picture!
ReplyDeleteI especially love the picture, so cute - and your powerful final lines of your poem.
ReplyDeleteKodjo,
ReplyDeleteFinding oneself and love in this life.
Loved the cute imagery too!
Eileen
playful and apt.
ReplyDeleteyou rock.
you write stunning poetry, keep it up.
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