Saturday, April 30, 2005

Weapons

Its time to set aside the sword
of wholesome discontent.
Broad strikes against all I’ve known
Paint the landscape of my affections.

It’s time to lay the shield down
And heal our tattered ends
We fend off tears of reconciliation to
Paint the landscape of the afflicted.

Its time to drive the dagger down
Into our chasm of doubt.
The serrated edges of self-esteem
Paint the landscape of the unknown.

Its time to set the quiver down
And see through untainted eyes .
The arrows of anger have been drawn to
Paint the landscape of the oppressed

Its time we leave defense behind,
Stale air in our armory.
So the winds of truth can blow to
Paint the landscape of the lost.

1 comment:

GTS said...

Inspiration:

This poem is about self realization.