A recent inspiration afforded me the opportunity to recognize a dear friend, Deb Mann. She, on countless occasions, has taken it upon herself to “nurture the spirit within” while simultaneously chastising me for a particular component of my personality. With this piece I sought to divulge or disclose a process that often accompanies many personal writing endeavors; and to assure her that I’m okay.
He wears a pack upon his back,
Then fills with rocks and stones;
Symbols of mistakes he’s made,
Trophies all his own.
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He scrubs his hands with molten sands,
Such shards of glass embed;
Reminds him of the hearts he’d lost,
And love weeps, sorely bled.
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He scatters thorns in shoes well-worn,
Then ties them for all time;
For detours he had wrongly made,
While crossing chosen lines.
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He rinses eyes with brine, then cries,
Eternal, lonesome tears;
Displaying then, for all to see,
Such torment of his years.
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Upon his tongue, his words once young,
He’ll singe with glowing embers;
To thwart the rising of such verse,
That no one will remember.
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About his ears, such shrill of fears,
Encase his heightened plea;
Releasing guilt and prejudice,
To alter their decree.
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Once satisfied he hasn’t died,
He sets on novel journey;
Chooses paths of internal wrath
Which mark his sanctimony.
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The first step finds such grounds, unkind,
So soft they seek to swallow;
Consume such traces of his print,
Determined, echo hollow.
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The foul stench, then so entrenched,
Encumbered, drawn abyss;
Toward depths anew and rancid,
Reveal apocalypse.
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Affixed, implanted, disenchanted,
Approach delirium.
As numbness overcomes the pangs,
Self-cited requiem.
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Immobile now, reflects ‘pon how,
Such measures were traversed;
When bindings, anguish gather hold,
And lessons were reversed.
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Embracing pain and self-disdain,
Grants flow to great despair;
Simultaneously uncoiling,
Latent spirit and its prayer.
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“Guide me forth, charter course,
Where light may come to shine;
And words ascend like phoenix wings,
To hasten toward divine.
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In this hour, we are power,
No bounds to recognize;
Combined we are invincible,
Together, land to sky!”
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Breath then comes to cease, arrest—
As flooding warmth refills his chest—
As increments of ills possessed
Relinquish former hold.
Hope cascades in liquid streams,
Fails eclipsed by freshened dreams
Senses heat of forgiving beams,
As Purpose then unfolds.
Mixing with such burdens held,
Feeding fires never quelled,
Imbibing passions never felled
From days upon the earth.
Such wealth ignored in ego’s midst,
When adding absence to such lists,
What freedoms known by single kiss,
It’s here he finds his worth.
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Reborn is he, with new eyes sees,
A virgin parchment—waits;
To scribe the blend of all of life
With truth to consecrate.
Beautifully written. Thank you, Debbie 
I’m not going to attempt to analyse this piece Fegger..this is so personal and the imagery is raw and brutally honest ..sometimes we’re our own worst enemy..and friends like Deb Mann..discourage unhealthy behaviours and encourage us to take better care of ourselves
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