Poem -

I Get To Love Again...

I Get To Love Again...

I've heard my own voice and been through the wilderness,Ā 
I've broken my heart through choice and came out victorious,
I've laughed at my own failures and raised a glass to myself,
I've been drunk, I've been sober and I know which one helps...

I lay down on this grassy bank, I pour the rest of my soul into the river,
I wrestled with my demons on the edge, I'm an angel from a sinner,
My darkness ran cold in the ripples, bouncing between the grey stones,
I've been transcended into the world again, reborn, without a broken soul.

I've had so much to say,
The devil's path was the only way,
I've waited for the sun rise to wash the pain,
I'm blessed, that I'm in blades of grass, instead of a grave.

So I see my reflection, a mirrored image looking back, but showing a different face,
I see a smile,Ā 
I see opened up eyes,Ā 
I see a future that can shine, with days of amazing grace,
I love skimming stones, I kissed, I wished, that times would change,
So this day in September,
I get to breathe,Ā 
I get to feel,
I get to touch,
Most of all...
I get to love again.

Like 0 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
GREG TUCKER THE...

Beautiful words my brother!Ā  I like the hope and self reflection that you give the reader in this verseĀ 

Reply
Poem -

A Cold November...

A Cold November...

Hello,
Its me again my old friend,
Every year I come and speak to you, I just wish you weren'...

Poem -

Now Is The Time...

Now Is The Time...

Dragons illuminate mountains of mystery,
Castles dressed in ancient mythology,
Echoes...

Poem -

Infinite Skies...

Infinite Skies...

Into a tropical tranquil land I travel,
Transcending time to optical dimension,
Lungs living...

Latest poems in Prose, Romance, Sonnet, Verse

Poem -

Mouse Squeaks

Mouse Squeaks

Mouse squeaks.
People see,
of what
they do
not know.
Hoping
to...

Poem -

like children

like children

before
we used to play
we fought
we reconciled and
we played again

when...

Poem -

The Living Camera

The Living Camera

Indeed,
capturing is a most delicate art.
One’s lenses must study the muse intimately,...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com