Questions of Faith
Questions of Faith
I have known for a very long time
That I was destined for greatness
But lately, my confidence
Or lack there of
Betrays me.
I have known for a very long time
That I am a mere piece
Of the great cosmic puzzle
Connected to all
Yet doubt...
Keeps me separate.
Amongst this chaos
Where I dwell
Rivers of fire burn
Purifying the unholy
Scalding the unclean
Re birthing spirit
So that I may start again.
I always knew I would get that chance
That nothing is constant
And forever is but an illusion
In the heart of love sick school girls
My prince arrived
Not on stallion, but invisible
So that to the others
I appeared crazy in my obsession
I always knew
My greatest challenge
Would be in not believing them.
These time wasting tales
My church, my religion
Are not welcome in this world
For there are more pressing things
To tend to.
But without these words
The world loses the beauty
And if I am remembered for anything
It will be for reminding you
Of that.
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I have known for a very long time
That I was destined for greatness
But lately, my confidence
Or lack there of
Betrays me.
I have known for a very long time
That I am a mere piece
Of the great cosmic puzzle
Connected to all
Yet doubt...
Keeps me separate.
Amongst this chaos
Where I dwell
Rivers of fire burn
Purifying the unholy
Scalding the unclean
Re birthing spirit
So that I may start again.
I always knew I would get that chance
That nothing is constant
And forever is but an illusion
In the heart of love sick school girls
My prince arrived
Not on stallion, but invisible
So that to the others
I appeared crazy in my obsession
I always knew
My greatest challenge
Would be in not believing them.
These time wasting tales
My church, my religion
Are not welcome in this world
For there are more pressing things
To tend to.
But without these words
The world loses the beauty
And if I am remembered for anything
It will be for reminding you
Of that.
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| Natasha Head with a little help from Crayola! :) |
It's that time again! Yay! OneShot Wednesday is almost upon us. Come and visit with us at Onestop Poetry. Have a read, post a poem, make some friends. They host some of the best talent on the web each and every week.
Comments
I appeared crazy in my obsession
I always knew
My greatest challenge
Would be in not believing them."
^^^Love that. That's my biography, right there.
This is really good, Natasha.
Ignore their dumb remarks as they try to cause dismay
Great things can occur
Sometimes in a blur
So keep at it as you say too
And hopefully the crap will no longer stick like glue
wonderful words and matching artwork..
much enjoyed!!
"But without these words
The world loses the beauty
And if I am remembered for anything
It will be for reminding you."
You'll be remembered for more than that, but what a wonderful thing for which to be remembered! Awesome work all around, my dear friend.
Questions are as important as answers.
Hugs,and thanks for your comments and support. James.
Love the art too.
Blessings
And forever is but an illusion"
&
"For there are more pressing things
To tend to."
Wonderful couplets, and notions, ideas and thoughts we all need to be reminded of in the former and a sad, wearying lament in the latter. So true, yet it is sad.
Another great write Natasha
Annie
for some reason its not letting me post under my wordpress acount: www.itslovelyannie.com
smiles.
Hope all is well.
Thanks for the attention.
Appreciate your input.
Cheers.
You write magnificently. I think as long as we follow our heart passions in life, we will always win. Remember that the masses are often wrong. Just because the majority sees and does things a certain way, does not ever make it the right way or best method. Your poem is beautiful. Thank you and have a great Wednesday. :)