My Own Heaven

by MyHalozChokinMe   Oct 10, 2012


We all wear masks.

Fortress faces built of smoke.

Shrouded in myth and mist.

Obscuring, blurring our true selves.

Shifting, oscillating, dodging from side
to side to prevent being pinned down.

Identified, exposed, hiding even from ourselves.

The sight of psychological Puritans clothed
in ignorance and fear.

Other's build strong walls of stone and steel
plate to protect their frail egos.

Willfully ignorant that strength, by it's nature,
will always be overcome by a greater force.

Finding themselves huddled in fear and anxiety
whenever a leak springs and emotion, or
self of another uninvited guest finds it's way in,
intruding in their solitary sanctuary.

True strength, I've learned, is both survival
and honest living.

Truly savoring life.

Living without fear.

Just to be.

To bend in the storm, to flex, to grow, absorbing
the strength thrown at you.

To stand up to it.

To quietly endure all things.

It's most difficult to know yourself, inside and
out and to accept what you are, to fully feel with
hands and heart, the pain and the joy, to love and declare
without fear.

I will not sacrifice myself on the altar of normalcy.

Honesty with myself, the world within and
uncontrolled by fear, I will not wait for a heaven
I'm not sure will ever come.

I will create my own here and now, with you.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    This was awesome Halo, Really deep filled with your inner emotions and the truth has just spilled out.

    I liked the hopelessness at the beginning and the more deeper emotions here. Describing this in ways we can allr elate to, everyone has the walls that they put up for various reasons.

    I like how the ending kind of twisted into a more hopeful outlook, like all of the above would not stop you from moving on and trying your best, as after all this is all you can do. Like you state in your poem, about truly accepting and living, and just being who you are and knowing who you are.

    It's most difficult to know yourself, inside and
    out and to accept what you are, to fully feel with
    hands and heart, the pain and the joy, to love and declare
    without fear.
    - it is so true that this is so hard and many of us struggle with this so much we choose to ignore it and accept what others tell us about ourselves and believe them, instead of finding out for ourselves.

    Loved this xx

  • 11 years ago

    by Mohan

    I like the begining its realy super

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