IG Prompt; "Miserable Visions"

This is for a Instagram Prompt for "Miserable Visions".

Although living miserably in this timely reality,

I know I am a visionary, despite the blurry vision of misery,

searching and seeking the way of definitively speaking, to define Divinity,

they say it is called Destiny to find our power, in everlasting Eternity,

although there is only but a mystery of miserable visions that keep our provisions on religions, that have no relation of holding a single nation,

in dire desirable need, to desire for the recreation of our creation,

our originality in our individuality, mistaken by what we awaken,

to underestimate the purity, and misplaced it for unity, that blurs our sight,

blinding our insight to know what is right,

because to be united with our individuality is really in reality the only true Unity,

not to be accepted as the same,

but to be accepted without shame for what made our name to fame,

to be accepted as ourselves not for being the same,

not just another lame without a flame, but a fire to transpire higher than any desire, and what is deserved of a fight, to observe and enlighten the light in the night,

to stay so bright to indite the fright of the darkness, turning black into white,

and learn to know that it is more than alright,

to have delight in the way we excite the birthright of daylight,

and ignite the midnight with moonlight,

to rewrite and incite the twilight as the we unite,

to be polite and recite our rights,

to create a spotlight far greater than a skylight,

to to see the open world in the starlight, to invite the outright dynamite,

and realize the lies in disguise with our eyes, that see with what we cannot deny,

is a gift of foresight from way up high past the sky,

to see through the blurred vision of misery,

to see directly and clearly the realization of mystery becoming reality,

and for once when the dark finally turns gray and begins to continue to ascend to be bright, to see a clear line of sight, and stare into the reflection,

of who is looking right back at us,

in the mirror of water we wander for before finding it,

so wonderful as we stare down at it,

and see the eyes staring back for once in life when we finally have our light and see the look in the eyes in our sight, staring and glaring and locked right in,

with our vision to see a growing tree,

with knowing and bestowing what was showing,

as a glowing shinny bright, White Knight.

To finally see the unseen of why,

we fight,

our miserable vision of misery.

Destiny.

Poetry Written By:

PeoplesPoetryProject

PPP aka Troyce D. Reimer