Adversity Poems
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Continue readingThe Builder’s Myth
by Kayla Mumford
For whom are dreams designed?
For what are life’s successes sculpted?
Not for minds who empty like
sordid shower streams dripping down the drain
at moment’s notice,
neither for bodies
so broad their significance is infinitesimal,
nor for skin burned
by the fiery stares of ice blue eyes.
Not for anyone like me.
......
Of Strength In Adversity
by Kayla Mumford
I try to fight you–
But my punches turn to clouds
After pressure, rain
I found my own way home
by Jupiters Angel
I made my own way home.
Long and tedious, harmful
necessary but enduring
this road didn't lead to Rome. Thank God.
Yes I found my own way home.
Faces that told an ugly story.
Thank the spirit I left them all behind
despite the horror memory that lingers.
For all that I refused to entertain their erroneous sense of glory.
My passion to survive the worst that humanity had to offer
......
I found my own way home
by Jupiters Angel
I made my own way home.
Long and tedious, harmful
necessary but enduring
this road didn't lead to Rome. Thank God.
Yes I found my own way home.
Faces that told an ugly story.
Thank the spirit I left them all behind
despite the horror memory that lingers.
For all that I refused to entertain their erroneous sense of glory.
My passion to survive the worst that humanity had to offer
......
yy
by aaa bccyy
Continue readingThe Builder’s Myth
by Kayla Mumford
For whom are dreams designed?
For what are life’s successes sculpted?
Not for minds who empty like
sordid shower streams dripping down the drain
at moment’s notice,
neither for bodies
so broad their significance is infinitesimal,
nor for skin burned
by the fiery stares of ice blue eyes.
Not for anyone like me.
......
Of Strength In Adversity
by Kayla Mumford
I try to fight you–
But my punches turn to clouds
After pressure, rain
