Fiery Tale Resurgence Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Cried a slain of tears
Down the rabbit hole
Of a voiding illusion
Devoured despair
Only to cough it up
In self-made seclusion
Residuals tormenting
Self of a personal revolution
Hid this intuition
Because it was passed over
By doubtful ire
Towards this heart's destitution
Was I wrong?


To give in to nothingness
Sheds many prospective years away
Becoming a slave to time
Is not the way to live
I was wrong


I cried a river of epiphany
Counted every last one
For being strong
Still so much to overcome from
But I know there has to be a way


Today I make amends with the past
On the merit of every lesson it gave
Coming to terms with myself
While searching for a new rabbit hole
Through the looking glass
Of my own cherished disarray


And I am something or another
Even if silence comes this way
I know I have to try to be loud
But in a profound
Obscure sort of way


I might be nothing to many
But I am something to some
Numbers never should matter
Yet in the back of this mind
In a small bit of gray
I want the whole world
To notice me
And to know
Who I truly am today


I may contradict myself at times
But I only do it for a better perspective


Looking down the rabbit hole of this heart
Into this mind's eye vision
Taking everything in
Innovating everything that I can
To be something to myself
The beast of my own burden's disarray


Will there ever be beauty my own wonderland?
Perhaps we shall see someday


Fairy tales are not always written in simple ways
But that is the greatness of it all


Defiant ever after
No matter what
This honor is here to stay


To be continued?
This is my Fiery Tale Resurgence


So now what?