PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I walk a sodden path slowly

while my life just stares

And fight against the dawning light,

the sun's sudden glare.

I glance into the solemn eyes

of my future, and am afraid.

Forced to face something more than me,

to fight through water. Wade.

I glance back at all my past mistakes,

as they reach for me.

Not wanting me to embrace a

 future that I can barely see.

I long to let them take control.

To smother me until I cannot breathe

But I realize that if I do I will never

gain the strength to leave.

So I venture deeper into t

he dark forest that is my destiny.

Having to do this on my own,

with not a soul to comfort me.

And though my mind is surely weary,

and clouded with needless fear.

I must find out what is in store for me,

whether or not it is what I want to hear.

But my past lurks close behind my body,

trying to remind me of qualities I lack.

To get me to pause long enough,

so that my demons can drag me back.

  The trees reach out to carress my arms,

while taking swipes at my face.

And rain falls like acid from clouds

much worse than any form of mace.

Then I come to a barren clearing,

and faced with two opposit forms of me.

The one I long to get away from

and the girl I want to be.

The evil one wields a sword,

and keeps making swipes at good.

While good dances away just so,

as the sword collides only with wood.

And this good form of me,

which God has helped to bless.

Is starting to steadily be cut,

and her face looks ever increasingly distressed.

I wished more than all for a weapon.

so that I can protect "myself."

And a gun appears in my palm,

freezing all three selves.

The evil one begs me to do it,

to end her poisonous and worthless life.

But good tells me to let this evil live,

though her voice is filled with strife.

What choice is right to make?

What exactly should I do?

Why can't I ever do what is right?

Why is it obscured from view?

And finally my decision is made,

though the evil seems to way me down.

I let the gun fall from my hand

and watch it hit the ground.

I didn't want to murder my evil,

because I wanted to change.

And I looked to see both selves smiling,

which I thought was a little strange.

The evil floated slowly away,

while good painfully merged with me.

And though this was all confusing,

I knew how much better I would be.

And now that I had fully changed,

and felt completely new.

I was stuck alone in this clearing,

and not sure what to do....