Restless Soma
Old World (public) => Poems => Topic started by: runningstream on October 31, 2019, 11:30:07 AM
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While I go unseen they convince themselves of something that's not there.
While they play games with what they think they know I am busy.
I have been forged in hard places , so it is difficult for them to bend me easily.
My soul is destiny, so I am unfazed by where they try to take me.
The lessons were the hardened tools for what I would face.
When they try to turn the face into a shadow by their seeing , there is nothing left for me to do , except do what it is for which I am made .
You may be content to pass by, to stay Luke warm , to remain cold.
I will not.
Although you do not see nor know me yet are convinced you do, the convincing is all yours.
Among other things ,
I am a sculpter of the sky , a rememberer and seer of souls,
And a deliverer of justice.
You may think you figure what it is, or where beneath you this lays.
You cannot know what you have not known