A Call to Arms
by Richard Vince
You were everything I was not,
Or everything I perceived I was not.
After a decade and a half with
Scarcely a thought of you, I am
Ready to see who you have become.
I am primed for battle with
The echoes of the past. Your words
And disapproving looks are still
Lethal weapons, but they are not
What I fight.
My enemy is me.
My weapon is guilt.
Posted on 10/15/2007
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/17/07 at 05:43 PM|
And after this, it melds into an even different understanding. The battle within quiets, and the skin (soul) you live in becomes a friend. Blessings.
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/17/07 at 05:44 PM|
Darnnit, I hit the enter button before I said...ummmm...what Jon said. Really, it is amazingly concise in intention and brevity, and that, to me, is the best of all.
|Posted by Rowan Luis on 10/19/07 at 11:51 PM|
wow, i love how this ends
|Posted by Laura Doom on 10/21/07 at 11:27 PM|
Comparison is lethal, perspective is healing - maybe. Yeh - I too appreciate the ending...a circuitous, subconscious route to epiphany perhaps. Whatever, I wouldn't relish having to defend myself against guilt :)
Full mettle impact...