Poetic Vitality – Day 87, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

My vitality lies within a poem ripped out from the ruins of a heart I don’t often visit,
As blood glistens on a palette I tap on visciously with an eisel out of madness.
My lifeforce,
A blessing,
A gift I’ve adorned as a shield within war,
I’ve never signed up for as I course through it with class…

What other way is there to avoid degredation on a path,
Where you must adapt to the circumstances at hand,
If you plan on surviving for many years to come?
Eyes are so heavy,
But,
I’m determined to make it through with a poem sung,
Whether or not to my highest,
Or,
Lowest strum,
With each heartstring intact,
Attached to what gave me life as thy kingdom come…

Ready for any and everything projected my way as I allow the truth to speak for itself,
Instead of wasting more energy on characters withheld,
From being their trueselves because of emotions I choose to conquer with help,
From a Higher Power only One can uphold,
On a thrown not a single human on Earth can ever tower…

My vitality lies within a poem.
A poem written by whom I will never doubt!
For as long as I have left to live regardless,
Of how dark the hour gets…