I passed by the open door, head shaking in awe
At the petty grievances held, the loftiness of the up-turned nose,
At the minds closed to all but grandeur.
For some, it’s bathed in silk and velvet,
For others, gashing wounds are a Divine right.
Life without the love of Heaven is the truest state of poverty –
The oppressed take pride in their sorrows,
While others are strangled with silk brocade.
I pity those without eyes to see –
With padlocked hearts and souls.
Truly, a gilded cage can be lined with lead
And come in many forms.
Poetry Copyright © 2020 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved.
Image: found online, photographer unknown
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Ena Whiteraven (a.k.a. Henry) is a writer and poet who uses elements of mystery and fantasy to inspire readers to seek truth and embrace their creativity in an increasingly dark world. Her work has appeared at The Poetry Bar, The Positivity Press, and the famed Spiritually Awkward Magazine . She's been a student of Alura Cein since 2015 and actively pursues her life purpose in the literary community.
Read some of Ena's completed work at The Whiteraven Net and check out her personal blog, Superlative Deviation. She's also an active member of the private Facebook group Exploring Angels.
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