[ajax24]

The scars of a past so caloused and bruised
Meaningless now in the glimpse of something new
The torments of a history the transgressions so huge
Now a vapor on the wind such as mist drifting out of view
The thoughts always there dormant but made new
Revive a feeling of worth forgotten amongst the used

A faith beyond measure to see anything done
Giving strength and courage to the one trusting in the Son
A pride no longer self seeking nor resting on its own
Now humbled by grace through the burning of the soul
A love never forgotten only lost among life's burdens
Is realized in truth to be real for the used

So real and so strong nothing will push it away
Back with a vengence of joy it has no choice but to stay
So no need to run or no need to cower
No escaping this truth passion or fire
Now no looking back I'm bursting out with all cylenders pumping
I won't give up this time this fight I will not loose!!

[Katya]

Just to note a typo- the last word should probably be "lose" ;] You want to end the poem with a BANG, not a typo.

Your poem is good, but I can't figure out the rhyming scheme. Your imagery tends to be cliche.

[Blazing Elf]

Just to note a typo- the last word should probably be "lose" ;] You want to end the poem with a BANG, not a typo.

Your poem is good, but I can't figure out the rhyming scheme. Your imagery tends to be cliche.

Other than that your poem is very good.