I came upon this work of art, which screams a poem just waiting to be written.Then he challenged us to do just that. Here is my response.
Hidden
you see not my tears
nor the eyes
that give them life.
Do you assume
this armor
that covers my heart
protects, conceals
or restricts?
Even in my letting go
I hold tight
unable
to find release
from castle dreams
that grow larger
as I decrease.
Yes, my kingdom
must fall
so that His
will arise.
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2 comments:
its a battle many engage in yet seldom win, though we try to exert our will, it often leads to ruin...nice play on the prompt...
What a brilliant explanation ... Loving it.
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