My poem-- "Clarity"

Clarity

Every morning the soft stream of light falls on lidded eyes

Curtains ripple as sparrows begin their song

In scorched comfort of tarnished shelter, I hum

Oh, Glorious Day

I’m not worth you.

You, Life, are a creature of light,

(--a gift I’ll only worsen)

a detriment like me does not deserve you

I can be the courageous hero that slays the monster that is me.

I can be the selfless gardener that weeds the snag that is me.

I can be the pious priest that saves you from that which is me.

on this last morning, I will be.

Fear have kept me grounded but clarity lifted the veil

Overdose on what never helped now fulfills its role

(and as lidded eyes grow darker

the sparrows’ song begin to cease

I leave alone, just as it should be

on this last morning…  I will finally

free you )

Do you ever feel that mixture of admiration and envy for those that have a way with words? To those that can manipulate words like its tangible threads and weave it this way and that so they can sculpt a world in our minds from an infinite selection? 

Sorry. Off topic. For english, we had to write a free verse poem about any topic. If you can understand what this poem is about, then extra extra kudos to you. (tell me? )

I'm not completely satisfied with "Clarity"; something seems off. But still, I was able to write a poem of 19 lines! I don't write much poems (but I do admit it's kind of fun, that state in mind where one moment you're writing whatever your fingers compel you to and the next moment you're thinking critically on how to best phrase something), but the few I have written were only a few lines long. 

I won't include them because this post is just about the free verse poem we wrote for class. I hope I can learn rhyme scheme or pentameters too sometime during this unit.