Cold seeping through my sole as I walk across ice
Soul sundering echoes of past speeches and future greetings
Heart baring akin to inviting danger... I flinch
The warmth mistaken for searing sun rays
accustomed to the darkness in my heyday it seems
a veil formed unbeknownst to me. Unseen by me.
a hard shell impenetrable
from outwith at least. I must stand up and reach
for a leaver labelled and clear
I must break the shell and speak
otherwise, nothing changes.
I must...
I must...
I must...
"Be the change you want to see"
Clear, wise and seemingly unattainable words
A paradox. Can I truly be what I want others to be?
Can I inspire others to be?
Would I achieve everything I want to be?
It matters not. As I work towards it, change will come.
Paradox or not, changes will come.
Hypocrite or not, it’s me I’ll become.
Chiselling inch by inch to slowly reveal what is beneath.
It’s me.
About the Creator
Mo Darasi
I write fiction, poetry and occasional articles about interesting topics.
Finding interesting ways to write a poem or hide messages within them seems to be my main interesting in writing now, and it's been fun
Let's Don't Do This
"I just can't do this anymore..." "Do what?" What can't you do? Put gas in your own car? I swear to God you make me take care of everything, don't you? You know I'm on my way to work right now but that never stops you from bothering me, does it?"
By Shirley Belk6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
The shell and chiseling imagery is especially effective. Change is framed not as reinvention but excavation, a careful revealing of what already exists rather than becoming something foreign.
it is a nice reflection into your soul and as you said-you are uniquely you regardless