Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

wizard

03 March 2014

 

 

what we call forth,

fueled by conceit and feeble need,

seeks only to possess us,

and so we run.

 

Hunted, we despair,

convinced finally that we can

never escape, nor defeat what pursues.

 

It is then, despair turns,

fear becomes anger,

anger becomes strength,

strength becomes confidence,

and we turn –

 

to pursue, to confront,

to embrace,

to accept ourselves

and become whole.

 

 

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3 March, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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