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Accustomed To The Fire
The burning truth of a life spent in hell blisters through memories I buried so well. While its boiling my skin I feel nothing within and veracityâ€™s flame sparks passion to claim a stake in my heart for each and every part that has seen fury of blaze raging through all of our days. How did I get used to the searing heat? When did the devil I want to meet? I suppose the day I realized behind the devilâ€™s big disguise was more of me, for he was I. My memory could not deny the evil lies we thought to be truth we had believed since our youth no longer held the awful threat "Submit or else face certain death." That burning truth had one desire - see me find comfort within the fire.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2012-01-07 17:57:59
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.87500
Mandie, the truth of it all is what issues from oneself. Although I only occasionally quote scripture, but wisdom is also found there, fealty or not- and practitioner or not (and I speak of myself). Romans 2:14-16 speaks of the conscience and the understanding of good written into the soul. That brainwashing and ill can push it out- makes it problematic to regain that footing. Also Matthew 19:14 reminds me of the reprimand that will occur for your miseducation and abuse as a child. It has been a while since such came to me, but sometimes wisdom is wisdom. I said all of that to grant credence to your verse, to the woman who now views history with such horrific memories and regrets. â€œthe evil lies we thought to be truthâ€ is an indictment elsewhere, however the ill remains with the victim. I wonder how you find the strength. Your husband must care greatly for the woman. That alone speaks of the comfort; beyond the fire.
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