All things Four

Words...
Often said in bitterness
Drowning out all sense of reason
Wanting to cut deep
Into the heart
To make it bleed.

Leaving behind scars
And tears buried deep
Trapped in the pain
Echoes fill the space
Of a heart that silently weeps.

My Inner Life by Robert William Service

‘Tis true my garments threadbare are,
And sorry poor I seem;
But inly I am richer far
Than any poet’s dream.
For I’ve a hidden life no one
Can ever hope to see;
A sacred sanctuary none
May share with me.

Aloof I stand from out the strife,
Within my heart a song;
By virtue of my inner life
I to myself belong.
Against man-ruling I rebel,
Yet do not fear defeat,
For to my secret citadel
I may retreat.

Oh you who have an inner life
Beyond this dismal day
With wars and evil rumours rife,
Go blessedly your way.
Your refuge hold inviolate;
Unto yourself be true,
And shield serene from sordid fate
The Real You.

crystal-encased branches
a showcase of silver
glisten in the morning light

brightness, pure whiteness,
in eye-shattering splendor
pouring through the ice-etched glass

encapsulated longings, frozen, still
build an icicle of my heart
cold-enveloped, breaking with the slightest touch

shining warmth, swathe each
icicle in radiance, melting balmy hugs
drop away the trappings of its prison

before it shatters

What do they think of me? Was this authentic?
Am I really true to myself? How talented am I in comparison?
Do I overestimate myself?
Underestimate myself?
Is my life going in the right direction now?
Am I wasting my life and my potential?
What are my true strength?
Do I have a noble character or am I just a egocentric coward?
Does she like me? Does she find me attractive and interesting?