The lie’s become a way of life
The secret is part of me
If it’s a sin,
And it’s me,
Then what does that make me?
Perhaps that is why those who only know half of me,
Can’t place any faith in me
Keeping the secret makes me a liar
No matter how truthful I am with those who know all of me,
I’m still lying to those who don’t know me
If it’s such a sin,
And I feel no pain,
What’s that make me more than to blame?
While the secret is my salvation,
The lie is my demise
The sin that’s growing deep inside,
Is part of me
While it makes the definition of “me” continue to grow hazier
Maybe if I become a different person
I could find faith in myself more easily
The lie’s become a way of life
The secret is part of me
If it’s a sin,
And it’s me,
Where does that leave me?
“Sinner” doesn’t seem to be the word
It’s a classification of what I am
But not who I am
And where I am
But if I’m the sin myself,
Is “sinner” really the word?
Perhaps we’re all a sin in the eyes of some
But how often are we a sin in our own eyes?
We’re all sinners in some way,
We’ve all done things wrong,
But that makes us “sinners”
Being a sinner in our own eyes isn’t so bad,
But where does that leave us if we’re the sin?
I’ve heard salvation can be found for sinners when they repent
But what about the sins themselves?
If the sins are humans, is there salvation?
The lie’s become a way of life
The secret is part of me
If it’s a sin,
And it’s me,
What does that leave me with?
My story always melts into the stories of many
Maybe that’s a part of me
As the storyteller
If that’s something good,
Than perhaps even a sin like me,
Can find salvation in being alive and developing a persona of their own
Perhaps that’s the truth I’ve been seeking all along
The lie’s become a way of life
The secret is a part of me
If it’s a sin,
And it’s me,
I must be a sin
Even if it’s in my eyes alone
I don’t think it’s such a bad thing anymore
There’s more to a sin than the bad
There is also the feeling of happiness the person gets after the purification
That feeling may be better…
Than having peace all along
Strength is gained from hardship such as that,
So maybe I’m stronger than I think
If this is only the opening act,
And things will get worse from here on out,
Than as a sin I’ll arise to the challenge
And learn more about what I classify as “me”
Isn’t that what we’re all searching for?
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Incredible journey in a short distance. An astounding revelation occurs in the process.
As literature, all of what Walter stated indeed. He is qualified and correct.
Questions arose as to the depth of despair this self image portrays to the subject, and I was concerned in the beginning, but quite pleased with the turn of thought to strength, and learning to overcome. The final thought turns to seek more truth and continue the journey of learning 'who you are', as opposed to just accepting one image as all there will be.
I especially enjoyed the repetition of a thought, with a twist of a new idea as you progressed.
Ah, sin... to knowingly do what we ought not. And yet, we all are imperfect and all sin. Sin, being an action, a thought, a deed... no matter how personified, is not a person, a being, alive and breathing. No. Fear not. And no matter how intricate sin becomes woven into our lives or being or make up... it is still that... sin... and not we ourselves. See? For sin can be forgiven and erased and still we exist and still we stand. (Kind of like, no matter how much chocolate I eat... I will never BE chocolate... no matter how chocolate I feel... lol). Anyway, those are my humble thoughts on the matter. :-)
Sin, one thing we all do.
The title was undoubted tied in with the poem, I didn't know it was about lieing, but I fit in there perfectly. Your style is fluid and easy to read, I love that about your poems. Most of them are dark, but to have light we must have dark. If we have wrong, we have right.
But Lieing is hard to break, like a mask to hide behind, and the confusion of who you are is in the poem, making it very personal.
I loved it, keep writing.
-Laur
more: This was a great write, for it opened the door to ideas and understanding of word use. You have created a poem that gives open ended evaluation in real and abstract art.. sin with a connotations of evil not of self but observation, wow.. a great thought process.. Walt
Sin, creativity in question form, pass in report verse, reporter as open end of thought, a doubt of vision, no answer just a smith putting down words to create a picture of interest, evil or sin, both the same, one is a common use the other a name, presentation limited, just the site, felt images created, mind triggers sent in motion, impressive.. Walt
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