I can climb high mountains
I've done this in exhaustion
I can survive hellish crashes
I've done this in agony
I can help birth a baby
I've done this with unmitigated awe
I can defend my honor
I've done this in fear
I can defend a woman's honor
I've done this too in fear
I can raise a child
I've done this a lot with much reward
I can cry in a movie
I've done this often (almost every time)
I can make love to a woman
I've done this, I hope well
I can endure anguish
I've done this too often
I can live my life
I've done this but not completely
I can adore a woman
I've done this with peril in ecstasy
I can surrender my self
I've done this in great error
I can search for God
I've done this without much result
I've done all these things with
perhaps unwarranted pride
But I have yet not been able to kill a ghost
- Author: George (My real name) (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 31st, 2016 06:20
- Comment from author about the poem: Today, I don't write free form poetry but this wasn't the case not too many years ago. This is one example that I thought worth saving.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 35
Comments1
Pure beauty
Thank you so much dear Lady.
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