Fallen.. yet fighting..

this light coming through cracked windows
I eye it with the desperation of a wasted mind
far from the swagger of confidence, far from
the slouch of casual regard, in me now, I find
a revolution against myself, and a world I saw

storytellers spin tales of rising from the ashes
a new life cleansed of sin from cheap actions
yet I still doubt myself, for in forgetting words
of judgment from some granite eyes that watch
I have also forgotten tears of those who cared

if I die young, I wish to greet without regret
and embrace the heavens as I was meant to
till that day, I pray to not let life be screwed
by the darkness it finds itself enslaved in
tonight, I’ll give up the stranger in my mirror


The Sunday Whirl , Saturday Centus


© Leo (21st August, 2011)

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

56 thoughts on “Fallen.. yet fighting..

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  1. A very thought provoking write. It combines weakness of being with strength of spirit. The willingness to give up the stranger in the mirror is almost a Zen acceptance. Powerful stuff.

  2. This poem is compact and dense with meaning, flowing from light to darkness. I especially like the the idea of giving up the reflection in the mirror. It evokes in me a desire to examine my own (or imagined) reflection. I once wrote a poem about doing just that.

    Namaste……….cj

    • Glad you liked it, CJ! 🙂 I do like to go dense and deep at times. I feel we should, once every few days or so, examine our own reflections! If we cant find our own reflection, how can others?

  3. Impressive. By Golly, Impressive. Taking and putting the two prompts together like that in
    one wonderful write.
    Thank you for sharing.

    ☮ Siggi in Downeast Maine

  4. Well written Leo!! I see your swagger of confidence all over in this poem and a wonderful self observation to report!! 🙂 You are fighting fit!! 🙂
    Resigning and accepting as inevitable the fate and then the turn around in the last three lines, is absorbing, capable of arousing and holding the attention; a fascinating story of self portrayal.

  5. I really liked this and you used the wordle words well. I join the others in saying I loved the line about giving up the stranger in the mirror.

    • Dark yet with a positiveness? Glad you liked it, Madge 🙂 I do love LP, but don’t think I’ve reached their lyrical height 😉

  6. A promise that remains broken many a time….thoughtful, deep words of introspection which in itself needs a healthy dose of courage.

  7. A great poem Leo and an excellent use of the wordle words.
    My favourite line is, “I have also forgotten tears of those who cared” – isn’t this true of so many of us, wrapped up in our own world we forget about the important things and people.

  8. Leo, really enjoyed this. I love the second half of that second stanza. The imagery of the granite eyes and the tears – the loss there is palpable.

    Richard

  9. What a powerful writer you are.

    Although I was tempted to cut and paste the ENTIRE work for special praise, the final two lines in the second stanza really arrowed into my heart.

    This work needs to be published. The images and references are so strong.

    I am honored you linked this to my humble little Saturday Centus.

    You are a wordsmith extraordinaire.

    Wow.

    • Thanks Jenny for loving it a lot and picking out some choice words for praise. I’m glad you liked it and will certainly look to get my words published.

  10. The last line struck me the most. How true.
    We need to know ourselves well and accept who we are. Only then are we able to step out and meet others.
    Thanks for depicting the thoughts 🙂

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