Finding Myself

The night before t'was my last,
I sat and observed the dawn.
Colors streaming upon a sky so vast,
A marvelous masterpiece deliberately drawn.

In this wonder I saw myself,
An elaborate and bittersweet recital.
An antique sat solitary upon life's shelf,
Yet to the collection uniquely vital.

As the colors emblazoned amongst the dark,
I desperately gripped the silent pain
That was helplessly trying to embark
To a place to become peacefully lain.

All these things I've tried to hide,
Stifled secrets without utile reason,
Collecting to induce emotional tide,
Silent, prideful, personal treason.

A separate place for heart and mind,
With miles of crossroads in between,
A path of convolution so unkind,
With proof of Love coldly unseen.

I saw myself as preoccupied paradox,
Feeling feelings vivaciously vague.
Gazing into my private Pandora's Box,
I relinquished my own egotistical plague.

by RayneSong
posted on 07/06/2008