I see Pete's poorly veiled and pompous pride;
It bulges and protrudes around the edges.
I see that private pain Ann cannot hide
--a self-abasing self-esteem of walls and hedges.
I see how far Tess walks to meet perfection--
Until she envies triumphs found in her defeats.
I see Claire's loss and lack of Tom's affection;
Her heart of pleading, needing, ever-pulsing beats.
I see Val's chronic pain of pure rejection--
buried years under sadistic confide(fe)nce.
I see my fear to act without direction,
fueled by fear of failure and offense.
I see their flaws in frigid crystal clear;
but can I measure them on stricter scales than mine?
I see my own sins--deep, and very near;
--let Him who has none come to put us all in line.
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On a Young Heart
PoetryA collection of my random poetic inspirations. Though they're not profound, I hope that everyone who reads them can find something special and meaningful in these words.
