Conscience

Swathes of Glory

Working through the emotions

Relocating several times

To leave the past far behind

Only to have reminders

Thrust upon him without ending

By those who will not forget

Jealousy knows no bounds

In the hands of a bitter soul

Yet still

Onward and upward

Over the mountains of disbelief

To rise above the naysayers

Above the angry words

To rise and stay above

The clouds of doom

Wrung from the hands

Of those who show no mercy

To know the peaceful sunshine

Of a clear conscience

It Matters Not

It matters not what clothes you wear
It matters not what colour hair
It matters not what things you say
It matters not how much you pay

It matters not how much you learn
It matters more what you discern
For wisdom’s eloquence will speak
Provided that the heart is meek