Yesterday was a winter road
with frosty figures lining up
to dam a young soul to limbo,
not quite hell but purgatory.
Now they all change
their gory stories
so they can feel better
and in their tales
they make themselves
sainted knights.
But we outsiders
know the harsh facts.
We do not make ourselves
the heroes of our tales
but journeyman
of varied skills
seeking the truths
and speaking it to
despite how painful
it might feel.
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 5:41 AM UTC
Yesterday was a winter road
with frosty figures lining up
to dam a young soul to limbo,
not quite hell but purgatory.
Now they all change
their gory stories
so they can feel better
and in their tales
they make themselves
sainted knights.
But we outsiders
know the harsh facts.
We do not make ourselves
the heroes of our tales
but journeyman
of varied skills
seeking the truths
and speaking it to
despite how painful
it might feel.
