The Path of Redemption
A road well travelled
He wakes to a storm hovering close on the horizon,
Pining for the possibilities that could have been,
Raw energy rolling through his veins in disappointment,
Knowing he missed his calling, running from the guilty scene.
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The weather matches his mood to perfection,
Guilt succumbing to his thoughts and pain,
A wise word could have been spoken,
If some consideration had been wisened in vain.
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Tomorrow can’t come quick enough,
Now he’s ready to put the past back to bed,
The rain powers against his wisdom,
Lightening and thunder destroying the rhythm instead.
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His mind in turmoil to match the tempest,
The weight of the world resting on his shoulders,
Nestled in the crook of Mother Nature’s neck,
Burning with the displeasure that his guilt smoulders.
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Hanging by a thread of glorious insanity,
Destruction twirling the atmosphere of his day,
Thrashing in unison to the noise outside,
Knowing he has no right to the words he’ll say.
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He sits and ponders the resulting outcomes,
Knowing he owes an apology that may never be heard,
Despondency his new mode of transportation,
As he wallows in the words in which he’s spurred.
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The warmth of forgiveness is an ideal nuance,
Seeking the lost path in a new sense of direction,
One foot trodden in front of the other,
Pursuing the past in a forgotten connection.
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He understands the concept of walking away,
But honours his dreams of resurrection,
Ideally falling into the arms of a past love,
Cocooned in affection, but instead feeling rejection.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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My heart broke for him. This was just so sad. Beautifully written as always my friend!
I'm so sorry..., ...but in the line, "The warmth of forgiveness is a ideal nuance," I think you're missing an "n". That having been said, I feel this one deeply. Kinda where I live.