By J Ann Crowder

The inner me is never simplistic
 
I am filled with miraculous wonders; afraid to comprehend
 
My eyes lift as open windows, revealing my soul’s depth of arctic waters
 
Evil no longer conceals its naked truth
 
I rise through timbers burning with hot fire of red coals
 
I dash empirical words rendering hearts broken, ready to sooth
 
The prince comes; I rise on golden wings as those bedazzled eyes seek my burning core
 
I am lost to willful pleasantries set adrift by godly blessings

Written 2015.

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Nelson D Reyes
about 3 years

Powerful last line! It's all there for us, for us to see the "bejeweled dragon scales unfurled" before us. Like.

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
about 3 years

Thank you Nelson!

Robert L. Martin
about 3 years

Real nice. Deep down inside is a network of beauty and emotions I didn't know I had.

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
about 3 years

Thank you! I agree!

Vic
about 3 years

Wonderful metaphors! I wish I could paint images with words like you do.

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
about 3 years

Thank you Vic! This comes from a series of poetry I wrote inspired by a novel I started. It's something I want to finish. Both the poetry and the novel.

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