A Half of Right

A poem I wrote from the imagined perspective of an immortal being.

A Half of Right

Is rejection light?

Is it an awakening to another delight?

When all is moving and all is fight,

There is but half, a half of right.

Time, you have told me

that memories pass and friendships fade

In crests of waves, yet…

I still evade,

Evade my reflection, feeding rejection.

And undecided between Expectation and Fate,

My devil thirsts upon my hidden Hate.

Standing. Waiting.Tired of Hating.

There is but one grain in this forsaken sand.

You, my devil, my friend and I

Should fight against this heated lie!

Alas.

Circular motion can never die.

I am trapped. Endless motion, with so much emotion.

Never Ending.

No beginning.

Forever living.

When all is moving and all is fight,

There is but half, a half of right.

Emily Moran-Howarth