The Chosen Bride Poem by Leaking Pen

Club card to heaven
Only one in seven
I missed out by one short stride
I am always the bridesmaid never the bride.

Whose footprints are covered by debris?
Whose rhymes are not jail free?
I am bound by my inner-chained voice
And merry-go-round is never my choice.

Logic always dictates continuum
While my core feeds on vacuum.
Sad emotions bleed my heart
And sorrow tears center my art.

Dec, this time of the year each year
Its end is like my languishing career.
Calendars seek new hope ahead…
I sleep in the same unkempt bed.

Christmas birth of new hope
Where the devil cannot cope,
I am like the last fallen leaf
Or Dec 31 midnight’s last grief.

Somewhere somehow another lost font
Vanishes from lack of innate want
Time diminishes each tombstone letter
Time engraved “Misery is this poet’s fetter”

Hope does not knock on my dreary sealed doors
Is it too late to rewrite my life's lamented scores?
May be in heaven in the next life with no fright
I will find love and emit a bright new light!

Time travelers seeking hope from the New Year cheers
Do not fret about my gloom verse glazed with fears.
There is always a silver lining beyond cloudy skies
Poetic hope dictates all champagne bubbly to rise!

I did forgive myself and I let go of the devils dubbed sounds
That hunched my back and pinned my eyes to dark grounds.
My soul is free and light as a feather; now I walk upright,
Celestial skies horizon and their Sun are my cleansing light.

Club card to heaven I claim with a joyful amen
The one in seven, rejoice oh three wise men!
I made up the one missing stride; my special ride,
Never again the bridesmaid, I’m the chosen bride!

January 2,2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014