Renaissance

Renaissance

To be thankful for a lingering scar

The certain form of defeat

Awaken a nemesis

None other than self

 

Poised before my hollow eyes

A sight of trembling fates

Wistful thoughts clad my mind

A mist in which I’m blind

 

Amidst the avalanche of cognition

Plunging into specter conception

As I become…

The very phantom I once loathed

 

To weave through desire

Not to embrace but to tire

The wretched lust I sire

 

To retract aim and living

Through giving and forgiving

   

Reviews

[Seashell]

The dreaded phantom I'm sure would scare the living daylights out of anyone.
Well done

Thanks

Babsie Bee xx

[Elaine]

My favorite line was "The wretched lust i sire. aweomse wording.

[Kristen]

I really liked this piece. My favorite line was "As I become... / The very phantom I once loathed". Nice job!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Understanding we are often our own worst enemy is a gigantic step in healing our old wounds and learning to love ourselves so that we may find the beauty in others that we find in ourselves instead of picking out flaws to irritate like scabs before our wounds heal. I like your form and content here, great job on this.

[Poetic Beauty]

The poem is unique and understandable. It has good form.

[alesuriko]

Nicely written. Good metaphor, description, and imagery. The flow is a little unstable but otherwise really well done.

[An owl on the moon]

There is a beautiful grace to your words, finding thankfulness even in pain, life amidst overwhelming odds, and a richness through giving and forgiving.. Powerful and lifting words!