conscience – Smith Shine Poetry

Into The Light

From obscure realms the whisper of my conscience mutated into screaming. Only gathering my cross carrying the load when the soul cried out for meaning. As the sun I arose the hero of the day, victorious from the dark night’s fight. Beaming away insanity, like a baby emerging into the light.

Go Write It Out

Memory is a miracle an that we forget. I forgive, I forget. It’s the pleasure of the past that fuses the future. An I’ve wrote it out. We’ve been beaten but we stand. Deceit, It’s dangerous. Have it out now don’t bring down the world. Go write it out. Still I fight, my conscience clear.Continue reading “Go Write It Out”