Predilection (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #14)   Leave a comment

I’m lost in a world full of direction.
Exposed, out in the cold, without protection.
Cursed to be alone by predilection
For wanting to keep away from all rejection.

So once again I sit in introspection.
Every thought I have; a grim dissection.
All my flaws and fears, my imperfection
Slowly twist my mind with its infection.

A small part of me starts an insurrection
Against these toxic thoughts of disaffection.
Grows louder as it voices it’s objection
And coaxes me into a resurrection.

In this world, I’m trying to find direction.
I may be cold, but I’ll be my own protection.
I’m hoping i will find a good selection.
Of things truly worthy of predilection.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/14/2015 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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