Scribbling Sages (Underneath)

Solomon said guard you heart for from it, flows the wellspring of life.

Because trusting the wrong ones, is like stabbing yourself with a rusty knife,

You may heal, eventually,

Or die from the wounds inflicted so callously.

But how pray tell does one stay uninjured in strife?

When even love is a war-zone that makes sallow survivors of a husband and wife?

You learn to accept your scars though initially,

The pain tears you up internally.

For in accepting your flaws and your pain,

Your sanity you begin to regain,

And though your mind sings the refrain,

Of defeat, you learn the harmony of victory,

For in accepting the sunshine and the rain,

Serenity you begin to attain,

The floods blot out every stain,

As your future rewrites your history.

Underneath, underneath,

The storm rages,

To bequeath, to bequeath,

Sublime knowledge is life’s way in all stages,

Underneath, underneath,

Pain permeates the pages,

Seemingly, like ink writing on your pith,

Writing wisdom’ words, like scribbling sages

The harmony of victory,

Is learned though wadding in the darkness,

Stumbling through the misery,

Finding yourself whilst drowning in the murky waters that caress,

They caress at the onset but lacerate your skin,

For a saw is meant to draw blood,

But you learn to close off the world and battle the ogres within,

Until you find tranquillity, when enough you’ve had..

For in accepting your flaws and your pain,

Your sanity you begin to regain,

And though your mind sings the refrain,

Of defeat, you learn the harmony of victory,

For in accepting the sunshine and the rain,

Serenity you begin to attain,

The floods blot out every stain,

As your future rewrites your history.

Underneath, underneath,

The storm rages,

To bequeath to bequeath,

Sublime knowledge is life’s way in all stages,

Underneath, underneath,

Pain permeates the pages,

Seemingly, like ink writing on your pith,

Writing wisdom’ words, like scribbling sages

Reminding you that in accepting your flaws and your pain,

Life’s ebb and flow,

Your sanity you begin to regain,

Immortality the gods bestow,

And though your mind sings the refrain,

Of defeat as the burdens boat you row,

 You learn the harmony of victory in accepting the sunshine and the rain,

That teaches your soul as you go

Serenity you attain,

The floods blot out every stain,

Your future rewrites your history,

Your life becomes a glorious story.

It all starts underneath.

Kibali

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