Muse....

Quietness rules where rage buries deep,
Unspoken anger and frustration burning beneath,
Supplication and denial lay over like a Mortem wreath,
From furnace eyes her true feelings seep.

From idle glances and an unwilling mind,
In loathsome grotesques do passions form,
Out of spiteful desires bitter contentments are torn,
And no peace or rest his lonely heart can find.

In frailty now where once strength ruled,
Aged and weak but in her brave memories still reside,
She fort and struggled to her own will complied,
A warrior in old woman's form do not be fooled.

Brash and hardy stands the frightened man,
Fear and inadequacy from inside screams aloud,
Wretched self pity cracking a mask so proud,
The charade maintained for another day if he can.

So many frailties that could make us fall apart,
But we carry on treading through another day,
Blindly making memories all along the way,
Until it is time from this glorious life to depart.


Struck with a little creative muse this morning, found myself thinking on this merry dance of life. How fragile we all are and how to strive for peace and some unity in our souls....

A bit heavy for Wednesday........

Right off to climb some stuff...