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I pity the man afraid of his own reflection
as a result of what he might be
for if he looked for just a second
his destiny he would see
his future encoded in the words he speaks
his fate is penned in red
a slave to his “own” beliefs
the man is already dead
on his quest to find the promised land
he trembles by every glass
but if he even sneaked a peek
his soul he’d save at last
yet he scuffles through every brown forest
& he wades through every brown stream
for if the water was too blue
life would not be what it seem
the man believes his heart is pure
at least that’s what he pretends
he’s never killed another man
he’s loyal to all his friends
but when it comes to humility
the man falls full with pride
and when it comes to day to day,
he lets his ego be the guide
unaware of his own deceit
he loves his righteous ways
if he never sees his reflection again
he’d smile through the blaze.
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on his quest to find the promised landhe trembles by every glassbut if he even sneaked a peek his soul he’d save at last
This was beautifully painted by your words. Sometimes we're afraid of our own success. We're so comfortable with the comfortable that we're afraid of the quest of opportunity and obstacles to truly live and be comfortable because we are uncomfortable to the unknown and uncomfortable. This poem is such a masterpiece. Wonderful job Cheyenne. -
Great poem Cheyenne! I like the artwork as well. It's very creative. Keep it up!
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Really enjoyed this one :)
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Very thought-provoking piece! Thanks for sharing!
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I love how it shows how blind faith can ruin the self.
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"Some people die at 25 and aren't buried until 75." Benjamin Franklin