I can be a better man!

I can be a better man! prose poem

Inspired by my interests, I have thought about my fault and strife. Faults that I would not, until I gave in, take seriously and strives that I fell in but gave in to my own deeds. I tried both compassion and liking my passion, but my soul is content. I have tried to make my own eradication, but life is not that just. I wanted to be stronger in my understanding, just as strong, but I failed my own faith. My fate has evaded the vengeance upon my ambition, in its own luck. But today, I can be a better man.

I have fallen into the ditches of ‘enough’, ‘I can’t’, ‘why me’. I have dreaded in my own sorrows the dilemma of regrets and succumb. For sure, I might have struggled in the dearth of my own penitence and confidence. Lying doom upon my heels, waiting for the worst that could happen. But history can never repeat itself. I can be a better man.
I can face the trials of vendettas and call for justice from the high courts. I can spell my own command, deformed even though, and victimize my own prey. I can clean my mess and start the new journey of I can, I will and I shall.

I will raise my head from the distress of canning emotions that neurotically eat me up. I will wipe off tears from my face and dust from the feet to dwell in the presence of the great vindicators of faith. I shall lift my chin amid that ambiguous team of great men who stand in their own presence and the satisfaction of their own achievements.

I can be a better man, oh yes, by inactivating my silence and demanding back to Caesar. I can be a better man, alas, by raising my arms to the serenity of the bereft and withdrawing in my humility at their nakedness. I can be a better man.

Eureka! I can be a better man when I look back at the thorns of scandalmongers, the deceiving snakes and delirious apples I have trodden and conquered over. The answer for victory is now and I have grown new wings to grab it. I can reach the highest heights and the greatest peaks. There in the heights I will wave back to the grounds of pessimism saying, I can be a better man. I can be a better man.

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Poet, Word Composer, Writer, Speaker, an All-round Activist.I love poetry for in thee I find solace and peace. I find a platform to express myself without limits and share courage without denial. I have published two books. My Quiet Place and Confiance; an anthology of poems and a novel respectively, which are already on sale. I will never stop writing because I have already started......
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Amazing clarity of thought and expression @monica Great writing again!

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