Poetry: Symbol Of Power

In my veiled years
Carrying this broken chest,
I have felt like the faint residue
Of dried rain.

Forgotten insignificance.

A blond carcass
Beneath societies march
Of expectations
And youthful slaughter.

In light discovered
I walk inward,
Through a restricting mucous
Of life's layers,
And with each love breath
Into surrender,
Where pulses,
MY SYMBOL OF POWER.