Brazen

I'm a poet of inferior quality
I grab on to a word
An idea
A world
It won't let me be
It won't let go of me
I try and try  and  try
To rise above
The waves of pain
I cannot climb up to the light
Like a creeper I attach myself
to the statesque tree
and it's ignorant of
My plight.

For all those of you
Who can see the light
Who live in the light
Who are the Light

For those others who
Bask in reflected light
The deflected glory
Of some stately oak 

Thank you for existing
Beings of Radiance
Bringers of sunlit happiness

In  our  darkest beds we lie
At the heart of our
forest growths
A keening zest
A fierce taste
A crying need
For Life...

Forgive us
We cling on
For dear life.

Ignore scorn and shame
But the forest fire rages
In our hidden hearts
Untamed.

It will raze
you and me
To the ground
The day
We greet sunlight.
No fear...
Shame stripped off our bark.

Scorched much too late
We're brazen tinder wood
In
Autumn's embrace
Of fiercest funeral
light.

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(c) Amrita Valan  2014