Dawning of Truth

December 30, 2008
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For so long I entreated others to give me the gift of love
Not knowing that this feeling must come from within who I am.
I refused the soul inside of me, feeling only a chasm of the deepest darkness.
Futilely I believed in a blackened heart instead of one which is pure.

My arms were tautly stretched towards love’s warm embrace,
My hands twisted like deadly claws trying to grab what I was perpetually denied.
As I look back and think upon the ignorant person I once was,
A tear silently falls down my cheek and drips onto a blood-stained hand.

I felt so empty, so alone, like my world would forever be in this blackness
Many days I did not wish to speak, not even in a whisper.
While in this self-induced state of wretchedness,
I forced myself to feel pain from a silently-beating, bleeding heart.

My body wasted away in the sickness that clouded my life
No matter who tried, happiness would not come to my troubled heart and soul.
The power of doubt clouded my feelings, my true emotions.
But no longer does my unforgiving mind control my heart.

From the depths of the deepest darkness I dared to take a swift look above.
Astounded, I gazed upon an angel’s radiant face smiling down at me.
What I did not know is from that moment I would finally feel true love.
How I was graced with such a wonderful gift will remain hidden to me.

My theory of my gift is that i overcame an oppression I had placed around myself.
The chains of depression were made brittle and I was able to break free.
From there, my head lifted into the darkness of my soul,
And there was the light of love, waiting for me.

As it turns out, love did not turn its back on me,
Rather I had turned my back greedily against the evasive feeling.
But from that wonderful day, I have not let down myself in all that I accomplish.
Nothing feels better than to break free of clouded thoughts to see the light of truth

Forever and always I swear I will never turn my back on love.
Love cannot turn its back on any person, only he or she can turn against it.
Patience is a virtue that we all must learn, but learn on our own.
Life is my greatest value, and my newly acquired love enhances it more than mere words can tell.

I give this poem to any one who reads my words as a gift.
Although the reader(s) may not learn of the importance or morality in this,
My fervent hope is that they will be enlightened to suede from self-doubt
And finally be able to see the dawning of truth in darkness.

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pyropoet said...
Nov. 14, 2009 at 9:53 am
all i can say is wow its truly amazing keep it up!
blackamethyst said...
Aug. 3, 2009 at 6:11 pm
This is a very moving piece of writing. I especially like the line "A tear silently falls down my cheek and drips onto a blood-stained hand." I really, really love this and i can relate. Please keep writing.
Seth P. said...
Mar. 26, 2009 at 2:06 am
Thank you. In my view, all poetry is beautiful in its own right. Do not berate your own poetry, for mine is no greater than any other.
summerlovesjosh17 said...
Mar. 25, 2009 at 1:12 pm
i love your poem. i also write poetry although its not as good as yours. love it and keep up the great work
Seth Prather said...
Jan. 12, 2009 at 8:09 pm
Thank you both. I am a developing writer hoping to make an impact on the world. You do not know how much commenting on my works means to me. A writer needs feedback. The title "Best Writer" is an opinion. To me, every writer is the best according to that person's personality and nature. If he or she continues to write, then he or she does win. Writing should not turn into a competition, but rather remain a sharing of intellectual thoughts, feelings, emotions, etc. I hope every writer r... (more »)
AshlynSerora replied...
Mar. 12, 2010 at 11:29 pm
Thank you for saying that. Some days I wonder if people truly understand the impact of their own words. It's people like you that I can read and listen all day with the same happy contented smile on my face. Your reasoning, your work are both resonating mirror images of one another. That is what strikes me most during this slight introduction. Your poem is truly heartfelt and I love the imagery. While simple, short stanza poetry is amazing onto itself, I have always enjoyed longer, more des... (more »)
multiplechoice said...
Jan. 12, 2009 at 12:19 am
This was so beautiful. I love the imagery, its so deep and thought provoking. I also know what depression feels like, and I think you did a fantastic job turning actual feelings and emotions into words. That's something I could never do. Kudos on the brilliant writing.
yourfellowteeninker said...
Jan. 11, 2009 at 2:11 am
I think is more of an opinion piece than a poem, although poetry can pretty much be anything. I enjoyed reading it, and there is a lot to get out of it, but I think I'd have to read it again and look at it carefully to get more out of it. I liked how you said love cannot turn its back on you, you can only turn your back on love. I think this is very true, and a lot of people don't realize it. I think you put a lot of good thoughts into this and it was very well-written. Good luck on the contest!... (more »)
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