I tell myself
I can bear
The distance
From my past
How life has changed.
Now I have broken
My crown
Taken off my cloak
And found my
Inner divinity
But to rule,
Even over oneself
Is to be apart
And even the politest retreat
Stings but you never tell
Them that.
I lift my shield
Or I will be carried
Home upon it
I’ve known the appeal of
Both outcomes
But battle continues
And I have not
Accepted defeat
Yet
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This reads as a testament of strength, but then you drop in the ‘Yet’ and that strength is shown to be built on insecure foundations. It opens with promise, but closes with an uncomfortable air of inevitability. I hope this is you skillfully using your ever-increasing craft of storytelling, and not the momentary deviation of a journal entry.
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No, it was a choice in the poem which lent it vulnerability. The juxtaposition always interested me as a stylistic choice and reflection. Thank you for the insight though, it’s great you respond to my writing.
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