Hand me a pencil
And I'll write you a story A sad, melancholic tale of an epic fail; a search for glory I will tell you all about a boxer Who could no longer feel his fists It will be a love story of a man to himself And action sequences full of twists This man could be anybody But he happened to be the son of God It was obviously kept a sealed-tight secret Or else he'd be outed as a fraud But this man is not the hero of my tale Oh heavens, not at all But rather the real star in my eyes Is in actuality - this man's FALL. Because to fall from grace one must let go Let go of power, let go of any trace And face the ungraceful emptiness That every human being must face: To live on earth is to be small And longing to reach the tallest hill But to be taken on a ride of curses And the damnest of them all; 'free will' I wish you gave me an eraser So I could start anew, a fresh beginning One that's hopeful and full of joy One of a boxer who would be winning And to this tale I say 'enough! It hurts to write you, it's a sore!' But a writer must tell the truth as it is No matter the battle, no matter the war Art is there to persist and so are we The small flawed humans beings that we are And now I wonder who's the hero of this tale Perhaps the writer is in fact the real star Because she swims with sharks And tells the tale Regardless of the pain it carries She goes to the belly of the whale Maybe we can all learn from artists such as she The ones who carry on despite the rain And show us how to gracefully fall from grace And that even in the fall, there is so much to gain.
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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