The Power We Weild

Tender is forlorn

in a world of fire.

This world’s chaos

consumes all in ire.

Softness is said to

be a sign that’s weak.

Yet moments of bliss

in our minds we keep.

Alleys that are found

in cities of grandeur

can sullen ones awe

and beckon slander.

The world is ablaze

with hate that festers

and hurt prevails even

in professional jesters.

The world needs love

that here I can speak.

Though it seems weak,

it moves calloused feet.

That move on the ashes

from burnt flower petals.

Will the storms within

ever come to be settled?

It seems I’ve only control

over my found ground

where I choose to grow

the gentle or burn it down.

8 Comments Add yours

    1. Thank you Stella!! 😊

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  1. This is great!! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. I really appreciate that.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. You are very welcome, Jared!! 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

  2. aflawedpearl says:

    Really good. I love, love, love the last four lines.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you my friend!!!

      Liked by 1 person

      1. aflawedpearl says:

        😊

        Liked by 1 person

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