Suppression
I close myself
shoving my guts back in
fluid to opinion
on the quest for meaning
in the boyhood
toyhood
fallacies of pride
comfort
which only hides
-- my soul
punching through my chest
thrashing for truth
for it can't stand to drown
in numbness
i have bestowed

Courage
fight with it
your heart
your guts
feelings first
ideals blazing
now with shackles of arrogance
undone
battle until
you bleed your fate
- and others
(clichés and all)
can’t stand
the wind in your hair
- and it blows them away