Beatific Sorrow

Nicholas Browning

In all glory's past remarks have severed skin.

Bruising the eye, clawed ever deep.

Kindle once more the ashes buried within,

As instruments of malice tear down the walls you keep.

 

Radiant spectacles of both wealth and poverty;

Arranged like pieces on a fractured table.

Take heed in these actions, assert "Guilty" at trial;

These scars you prod are unstable.

 

For just a single moment, let it breathe.

In serenity, in remorse,

Grant through it a will and a way.

Of all insecurity's burdens,

No longer shall I be ashamed.

 

So laugh, taunt, belittle my traits,

And do not ask if you think I care!

Courage may one day leave my side,

But my resolve isn't going anywhere.

 

 

 

  • Author: Nicholas Browning (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 22nd, 2018 02:46
  • Comment from author about the poem: "The best of us can find happiness in misery." - "I Don't Care" by Fall Out Boy
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 22
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  • onepauly

    Ive been in misery so many times that whenever it passes through I just set myself feel for happiness or something more positive or similer. sometimes it works. ha! ha!

    • Nicholas Browning

      Sometimes that's all we can do my friend. Thank you for sharing, and for stopping by.

    • orchidee

      Oohh I dunno - I don't fancy much of that bruising and clawing stuff! Not today, thank you! lol. What I often say is 'Can't we work it out over a nice cuppa and slice of cake?! A bit quaint, I know. Tee hee.

      • Nicholas Browning

        Haha, true that. A slice of cake never hurt anyone, unless it did? Lol. Thank you kindly my furry friend.

      • Michael Edwards

        Fine work Nicholas - some great lines here.

        • orchidee

          Cuppa and slice of cake M? Oops, I'm intruding by waffling here!

          • Michael Edwards

            Can I have ginger cake O ? Don't feel like a waffle at the moment.

            • Nicholas Browning

              Thank's much sir. Another simple one with a potent meaning.



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