Thursday, September 6, 2012

Better Self

My better self is locked inside
Each escape has been denied
Despite the fact that I’ve relied
Upon my faith to turn the tide
Of evil feelings that won’t subside
And though my heart is open wide
The painful scars from tears I’ve cried
Are in plain view and cannot hide
From evil eyes that always spied
I fear my better self has died
But my soul is shrinking from its pride
The Grace of God will now decide
To whom allegiance is allied
And lift the burden of worries sighed
The evil, vanquished, starts to slide
From where it’s chosen to reside
And frees my better self to abide

© 2006 O’Connor Bros. All rights reserved.
© 2012 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.

(additional writing credit Catherine Pedersen)

1 comment:

  1. This poem is among my personal favorites and reflects my daily struggle to be a better human. Surprisingly, it wrote itself and after the first few lines I viewed it as an exercise to see if I could rhyme the whole thing. The original version was seriously flawed however, and benefited greatly from the expert editing of Catherine Pedersen, whose suggestions were noteworthy enough to earn writing credit.