The Great Misandrist Finale

by Wednesday   Jul 2, 2021


As my raw, riotous song comes to an end
Lingering on the last passionate note
Breaking the chains, making the world bend
A new song I have yet to rehearse by rote

My pain was easier to free than I ever knew
Raging as I hid behind the mask of my binding fear
Praying to God, He took away the anger for you
Helping me shed the chains that locked me here
Gratitude for my every day spiritual progression
Understanding now that living is my greatest stand
No more crippling expectations of perfection
I am done just surviving as God holds my hand

Forgive myself for all of my debilitating shame
The alcohol, the drugs, the exact nature of my wrongs
For giving my children away to play my twisted game
Now I hold them as they sing me their beautiful songs
Unleashed from the dungeon I found so much comfort in
Every morning I wake choosing faith over fear
Onward to my children I run away from sin
Whispering my promise to them that I'll be near

With bravery and strength, I'll turn my back to the crowd
My parting is a jubilant and hopeful scene
Sick, peasant men will kneel as I am crowned
Smiling as they bow to their new Queen

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