Bravery

Tangled in words and rhymes
                                                             (& subtle hues of blue)
I find I am paralyzed
Wanting to wax poetic
yet plain
This is my existence:

                   Head strong and dauntless
                   Standing on my own

No matter how magnetic
the pull is not withstood
I long for more
but I knowingly live inside less
Boldly betraying the unspoken
Dancing with demons
no one else will embrace
This heart, I have dissected
Resurrecting circumstance
Posted to a claim I did not stake

Melting into transgression
I am stunned by nothing
          when presented with conflict
I dare not cower
          when normal is nothing short of this

Masquerading as the chosen one
but going it alone
I'm married to a memory
and widowed all the while
While something is not nothing
I want it all
I talk myself into circles
Never releasing that which dizzies me

Pretty to look at
Soft to the touch
I am that prized fighter
who sparkles in lights
and is the publics promised hope
Yet outside of the ring
I am merely the martyred punching bag
destitute while appearing cavalier

Will I ever again be swept away
Will the chosen ever again truly choose me

One like me grows tired of living alone within words
no matter how impetuous they may be... there is an emblematic permanence
worn willingly for all the world to see

Freedom is a funny thing
it's design is not flawless
but the strength required to obtain the ideal
Well...
Simply consider me the victim of circumstantial paralysis