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Internal Strength

Eyes fill with many tears
Victimized by all my fears
To whom should I speak?
I can’t show how I am weak
Lost in the coldest of nights
With my reflection I start fights
Asking why I can’t be stronger
Doubting if I can hold on any longer
Allowing strangers to walk all over me
This is not who I was supposed to be
Condemned to a galaxy of self denial
My passion waits to be put on trial
As for my heart it is used to being torn
To the lord, I ask for a hero to be born
Surrounding me is thoughts of doubt
My internal demons continue to shout
Weakness showers me with negativity
My soul whispers of a forgotten creativity
I slowly listen as it reminds me of a yesterday
Even my pen begs to show me a better way
The hero I was waiting for has actually arrived 
In the darkest of days, this man has survived
He tells me to stand like a man and never let go
As he helped me to my feet he said I love you so 
I cried because this man was my inner strength
He told me that he knows no length
I asked him will I survive on my own
He said that into a warrior I have grown
— paul, May 20, 2009

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Region, Country: New York, USA

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Morgana Tragic Proprietress

Morgana Tragic…

17 years ago

Yaaaaaaaaay Zeus

Hey paul, another great write from Zeus almighty! I like how it goes kind of from a cold, desolate place somewhere within to your inner strength being the guide and the light lifting you up again. I certainly hope this is really case, and you find yourself uplifted by your inner strength, as you are a very strong person and a goodhearted guy. A fine poet, to boot, my greek friend. Well done. Peace n Love Katie
yenti

yenti

17 years ago

Paul

This is a great piece of writing, I just needed the odd break to breath but even as is, it will hold the reader to the end and it is great that the man stood up and believed in what he knew he is, an equal to all others that walk the Earth, Yours Ian.T
infinite_dwarf

infinite_dwarf

17 years ago

SG

I would normally agree with Ian, but I know that you never write in stanza format. I like how you're tapping into your inner strength, and standing up for yourself. ------------------------------------------- "Until that ‘morrow render unto me That which is mine my stipend well deserved The fairest flower of your progeny Your sons, your daughters your hopes and your dreams The cruel consequence of your conceit" - Steve Earle
weirdelf

weirdelf

17 years ago

Gay. Not that there's anthing wrong with that, teehee

Your poetry is getting better and better, You are wordcrafting. May I suggest you choose some stronger themes, not personal angst. Who do you write for? Personal self expression can work if it engages others. Time to look at some big pictures. cheers, Jess Forever unwrapping the eternal present.