The color of progress
is green
pine trees envelop me
in a canopy of fog
the past becomes less
damaging and peace
is a closer target
not sky high
but a good day's work.
The color of progress
is blue
the flash of my eyes
staring back at me
(whose life is this anyway?)
and I strive to transform
those hateful eyes
into those peaceful eyes
staring back at me
(this is my life)
then at last
I'll happily claim it
and deny blame
while reclaiming the responsibility
of self-acceptance.
Author notes
The line "those hateful eyes" refers to an old poem of mine on this site which is one of my favorite of my poems. The rest is either history, or history in the making.
Seeking satisfaction, enquire within.
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I like it. It is a strange write but thats why I like it. awesome keep writing =)
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