The Eternal Optimist

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    The Eternal Optimist

    The Eternal Optimist
    Sees the blue of the sky, in the eye of the storm.
    Sees the beauty that once was, in a face that’s worn
    And tired.

    So tired I close my eyes.
    Try to sleep through what I hope I won’t see.
    Try to climb to the top of an infinite hill,
    no hope, no sign but still,

    I move
    onward and upward despite,
    The wounds that won’t heal
    The tears in my eyes that can’t be wiped away just swallowed

    mmmmm Salty and sweet,
    the defeat, the deceit
    The love the lies,
    the ties that bind
    My life to his.

    I want to burn, to break, to chop, to sever
    But never,
    Will I be rid of his chains

    So I look for the best,
    In his cold caress,
    See the glimmer,
    Refuse to admit its getting dimmer.

    No effort, no remorse,
    He thinks the source,
    Is external,
    and the optimist a villain.
    The children no longer his concern
    2 more bridges he’s burned

    No effort, no remorse,
    The pessimist thinks the source
    is external.

    The optimist won’t budge,
    The smile glued to her face, grin and bare it,
    The burden the blame
    she won’t share it,

    But the burden is his.

    The blame he owns

    The optimist forces herself to believe, every movement shows,
    Hope
    But the pessimist isn’t moving
    Their just Hallucinations she finds soothing,

    The pessimist bites the hand,
    The optimist says "its not that bad",

    The logical watch from the wings,
    trying to pull the strings,
    but the pessimist won’t budge,

    No effort, no remorse
    He’s convinced the source of this pain is external

    The optimist, she’s broken
    The smile glued to her face,
    She can only grin and bare it
    The burden the blame the pain and now the shame she won’t share it.

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    am2anangel commented on The Eternal Optimist

    08-01-2010

    really great write I liked the flow and unique style. well done.-tonya

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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