Saturday, November 2, 2013

The Ultimate Showdown



                This is it.
                This place, an open field in the rain, is where everything you’ve ever done, everything you’re doing, and everything you’re going to do come together.   
                A flash of lightning.
                Looking out you can see every terrible thought, every broken promise, every failure to uphold the values that you set out for yourself to follow staring straight back at you.
                Another flash, and then a crash as the weight of all of the guilt and anger you hold bottled up inside smashes down on you as a gash appears in the Earth below revealing the hell you are most certainly going to burn in for every sin you know you’ve committed. 
                Every voice inside you is screaming for you to run, except one, and that voice is telling you to face your failures or else you will never again see the sun, but every time you’re about to step up your legs fire off like a gun and you run until you find yourself a little hole to hide in.
                Then you realize as your eyes grow wide that the gash in the ground that holds your demise is calling on you to recognize that the heart within you is greater in size than you’d ever imagined as your spirit cries, “Don’t give up now, you’ve not yet won the prize!”
                As you peer from your hole at the challenge ahead, you only wish more that you’d stayed home in bed, and the gash in the ground that is burning so red only looks the more daunting to your foolish head, but you drag yourself on your eyes filling with dread, as you seek to avenge all the blood that you’ve bled.
                It is your turn you see, as now is the time, to finish the course of this sad makeshift rhyme, the choice is now yours now go battle your crimes in this ultimate showdown of your short lifetime.
                The decision you’ll make is a great one indeed, choosing your fearful mind or your strong heart to heed, but know that each failure to win lays a seed, that perhaps next time you’ll let your heart lead.

3 comments:

  1. I didn't read it in rhyme at first, then I did and wow. Just wow. I'm not sure if it was inspiring or motivational or just the straight truth but wow. Are you relating that to how Hester faced her fears or you just wanted to try out your dramatic poetry skills? Either way, I'm very impressed.

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  2. It didn't start as poetry but I guess it just became poetry as I was writing (typing). And it was supposed to relate to Dimmesdale's battle about confessing.

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  3. Wow. This was an extremely deep explanation of how we shouldn't let guilt-- and our fate of suffering for that guilt-- hinder us from being the people we want to be.

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