I hold my luck in one hand
And my wit in the other
Like 2 guns poised for my own defense
While my own personal God
Hangs over me like a crappy plastic halo
To anyone else
Beholding the spectacle of my deep felt religion.
Symbolically, luck would be held in the left because it's the God of Chance (perhaps even evil, a "false" god?)...and wit in the right because this could stem from deep seeded, inborn wisdom from the God of Truth (good)...
Sounds like a war of the minds, Danielle... a "personal God hanging over you..." Your conscience, perhaps? Something that, in order to survive, we must keep well "watered."
Deep "felt" religion...if you don't understand it, you feel the spiritual need, you want to nourish and satisfy your spirit, don't know where to get that "food" and "water," and you are bombarded daily with the spiritual commercialization that this world tries to shove down your spiritual throat...then it's no wonder you use the left AND the right (black and white/positive and negative) to defend yourself...from affliction. It's all we have, when we don't know what to do...we shoot at anything and everything when we're trying to survive.
I think this is beautifully written. Short, simple and to the point. And I absolutely love the line "crappy plastic halo!" LOL!
I was never very good at interpreting writes like this, so I'm sorry for the crappy comment. =[
But I hate it when people view my posts and then never comment, so here you go. Could you maybe explain it a little bit? Or, maybe, it's one of those venting poems that one just needs to get out of their system.
Submission Name: Affliction
