The Rage Of Angels
Struggles To Change
I am the queen of prayers unanswered
Living a life of foolish improv
Sticks and stones and words that hurt
revealing subtle cues, like Pavlov
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Entertaining, yet unaware
Stirring the rage of unseen angels
Well rehearsed in savoir faire
glibly unlearned, until it’s painful
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Well versed in the black and white
disguising my true colors
Highlighting the classic, constant fight
pitting brother against brother
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Domino causes and effects
designed to bring me down
One by one, tracing my steps
with scattered pieces on the ground
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No way out of open doors
or boarded windowpanes
The thought of rain threatens to drown
the ideas making me sane
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Open your eyes, your heart and mind
pretending won’t save you now
Forget yourself and you will find
the depths of your own power
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (3)
Very well said!
I love how each stanza builds on the idea of finding strength, even in the hardest moments.
We all have our struggles it just means we keep trying and your writing is your way to deal. Good job.