Spirited

Here it is, only my second ever non-rhymed poem. There's something about it I like, even if it's just an experiment more than anything.

Spirited

Innocence deemed so pure, yet still we suffer
From the mistakes which plague us when we rest
A broken, shattered heart so consumed by anguish;
Breaking the barrier of emotion, flowing tears of blood

Light dazzles on, powering through the bounds of evil;
Victorious in struggling free; an unstoppable energy
So powerful and so blinding; a transcendence
Which forces enlightenment into impossibility

The sun settles softly, a shimmer in the summer sky,
Shining down on all as a single ray of hope
Sweeping troubles and struggles straight away;
Spirits soaring; a sudden, sweet surprise

Look beyond the restraints of life; gaze beyond,
The world is your oyster; limitless opportunity waits,
If you escape the shackles, the shadows of lies
The words will write themselves, the freedom found.

The pain lifts, the tunnels of light stretch ahead,
Yet the hesitance stops you from battling onwards.
You know the answer is clear, that much is certain;
It is time to break out from the cage that holds you in

© Ben Johnson 2011.