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SEEDS OF MANA'O Thoughts, Ideas and Observations in Poetic Prose
MARTYR
Martyrs have something to prove the questions are, What? and to Whom?
Whether misguided by others or by insecurities Many feel about themselves indeed rather poorly
Fighting demons and ills from the past They wonder in silence “How long can this last”?
Why must I allow others to be so tough? Why must I continue to beat myself up?
What release or relief am I looking for? That I allow those I love to knock me to the floor
Will the world like me more if I cower and bend Will the ones I wish to please allow me to make my amend For the things I haven’t done, except in my head
I know and understand I’ll never be free as long as I’m unable to forgive and forget my acceptance need
Love is not tied to my need to please, Except, It is, For the martyr who lives inside of me.
© 2004
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