Of all the trials, struggles, battles I’ve faced,
none have struck me down, pulled me in
swallowed, no, crushed me in the depths of darkness
splattered my will against the “extraordinary” stone fortress
the way You have. You’ve stacked the ramparts
so full of honor, or, hate? So high, I’ll never conquer.
There should be stars for great wars like ours
An endless struggle to be separate, better
“not like them.” Toe the line, rarely falter.
A constant voice murmurs, concealed in solitary psyche,
disinclined to utter in my own favor. Your mind, unwavering.
The stone towers, soundless, yet booming against my plight
as if your soul’s bones are ****** clean of empathy.
Yet I dare not utter the slightest contention, only to be
ostracized, pushed further from banks already hazy in the distance.
There should be stars for great wars like ours.
Realization, this doesn’t define me. I am more
like those within your guarded walls.
Throw me a gamble, open the sacred gate,
I’ve followed the path straighter than many of Your own
Yet, You let it define me, did I even stand a chance?
No, Your stars don’t shine for the ones like me.
There should be stars for great wars like ours from “One Last Poem for Richard” – Sandra Cisnaros
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 1:53 AM UTC
Of all the trials, struggles, battles I’ve faced,
none have struck me down, pulled me in
swallowed, no, crushed me in the depths of darkness
splattered my will against the “extraordinary” stone fortress
the way You have. You’ve stacked the ramparts
so full of honor, or, hate? So high, I’ll never conquer.
There should be stars for great wars like ours
An endless struggle to be separate, better
“not like them.” Toe the line, rarely falter.
A constant voice murmurs, concealed in solitary psyche,
disinclined to utter in my own favor. Your mind, unwavering.
The stone towers, soundless, yet booming against my plight
as if your soul’s bones are ****** clean of empathy.
Yet I dare not utter the slightest contention, only to be
ostracized, pushed further from banks already hazy in the distance.
There should be stars for great wars like ours.
Realization, this doesn’t define me. I am more
like those within your guarded walls.
Throw me a gamble, open the sacred gate,
I’ve followed the path straighter than many of Your own
Yet, You let it define me, did I even stand a chance?
No, Your stars don’t shine for the ones like me.
There should be stars for great wars like ours from “One Last Poem for Richard” – Sandra Cisnaros