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There's no unicorns or nursery rhymes that can save me from who I am
I've lived in a world apart from most
where a mans tattoos and scars tell
more than his words
there's a certain chaos in my soul
a rebel child looking for something more
walking the razor's edge between the good
and the bad
some will say my life was wasted but I'll die
before I'd apologize for the life I choose to live
I'm no ones savior and I'm not looking for redemption
those bridges I've burned were mine to burn
and yes there was collateral damage left behind
but those memories and tears you see
are also mine
there's no unicorns or nursery rhymes
that can save me from who I am
~ D Donner ~
To Be Me
I've had this conversation with myself. I once wrote a poem named "I Offer No Apology" I did it all and take responsibility - that's all that you can do. I have scabs but do not pick at them, no tats to tell my journey, my failures and successes have made me me and the journey is not over yet. I asked God earlier tonight "What else do you want me to do?" This body is old and the energy of youth is fading. I asked, "Who can I possibly help now?" - I'll let you know if I get an answer. Be well - Lady A
Agreed with your point of view Respected Mr Daniel
On our journey along the street( of what people call Life) sometimes people HAVE to bulldoze which causes "collateral damage" some of which are irreversible and causes pain to the initiator further down the road. Life must have regrets otherwise it wouldn't be Life...... No... sometimes nothing except a conscious silence help to calm ones self not Nursery Rhymes.... Enjoyed the central theme....
©bishu
Not my type of poem really at all but..........
but I really liked this. It was so real, so gritty so in your face here I am, look at me, see me for who I am. I loved it. I think this is quite possibly my favorite poem of yours to date. Thanks for sharing........ Sincerest wishes, Melissa.