Powers Poem by James Casey

Powers

Not knowing what my powers are, it's hard for me to say
Just what or where I'll be tomorrow or what I am today.

It has dawned on me that life is learning, a journey deep and long.
Sometimes hazy and confusing, for every soul sings its own song.

My song may not be a thing of beauty, it might be drab or white.
The river of my essence, is strong and filled with might.

A warriors soul, a lovers heart. my true self isn't easy to comprise
Waves of darkness are splashing along the shores within my eyes.

I feel the joys of conquests won, revel in opponents cries.
Quelling foes, balancing threats, a way to show I'm wise

A warrior suffers no regret.side by side, that heart's with me,
One side soft and gentle, the other makes bitter enemies flee.

Part of me revels in the spray of an enemys blood, gushing o'er the place
Another part of me works to save them for a gentler, kinder human race.

One side has dark and smoldering eyes, they lock on conquest to conquer their domain.
The eyes of the other side are, humble and tear with regret time and time again.

Casey HM3 1964