Beauty unknown…

There are beautiful flowers in this world that the eyes of men will never see… standing tall on stems protruding from the sides of mountains too impossible for anyone to climb and view… I ponder over this now… a wild rose… me, myself, and I…black and red… so viciously bold in color and rebelling vigor… created this way by the same one who had decreed its unrescuable solitude… is this truth just a sad truth?… the answer to that’s beyond me… all I know is that it’s the truth… and that this Phoenix of a flower’s fire will burn out and become as if it had never been… but isolated and seemingly abandoned it stands here, unseen…on the dark and dangerous side of a mountain..under the eyes of Its maker…alone.

Published by Pack Redfeather

I am a walking contradiction of traditions some say. An African American and Native American Muslim poet with a personal life history as violently turbulent as a Storm. A visionary from the bottom of life’s social barrel striving to share the hope found in the light of faith through sometimes dark but real poetry. I’m a former member of the Bloods street gang, former serial bank robber, and both federal/state prison convict. I live on my mother’s tribal reservation of the Leech Lake band of Ojibwe in Minnesota.

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