The Borrowed Crown

It has been awhile since I was inspired to write. So, this morning, as I greeted this day, I was challenged to write. You see, not every inspiration comes from good. Sometimes, the bad things in life inspires us just the same. A reminder that life has many upsets but its the good that will overcome it. No matter the stones that are thrown, no matter the lies, no matter the grave attempts of the wicked because there's always truth to be told and in that truth, the good will prevail. :)

It must be heavy......

the crown of illusion

so precious, so polished, yet

so dull, so heavy and empty.

when the mirror stops lying,

only one story remains....

You were given something rare,

and you chose to stay small.

You wear your pride like it’s earned and true,

But the weight of it proves it never belonged to you.

You measure your worth by the faults you find,

Yet never once looked inside your own small mind.

You sit on a throne of untested airs,

Too quick to judge, too cruel to care.

While a good man works with honest hands,

You build your kingdom on sinking sand.

He offers you more than you’ve ever known,

A heart so patient it doesn't belong

Yet you stand above with your empty claim,

Too blind to see the truth behind your own name.

You boast you’ve never tasted wrong,

But virtue rings hollow in your tangled song.

For all your noise and shallow grace,

There’s not one truth behind your face.

One day the mirror will show you plain

A borrowed crown, a borrowed name.

And all you scorned, all you betrayed,

Will bloom in light where you decay.

But yet you wear your pride like your borrowed dress,

Pretending it’s yours while you make a mess.

You talk of respect you’ve never earned,

You take what’s given and watch it burn

You love the mirror, the easy praise,

Yet never once have you tried to raise

A single part of the life you share

Too quick to claim, too cruel to care.

There’s a man who shoulders every day,

Who mends what breaks from your careless ways.

He builds and holds and hopes in vain,

While you play the part with no honest claim.

He dreams of love that feels like peace,

A steady heart that endures no release.

But you wear your scorn like a brittle crown,

Quick to sneer, quicker to drown.

You measure your worth by what you’re not,

But hollow pride is all you’ve got.

The lack of direction and awkward stance,

Proves you never even learned the dance.

One day the truth will find your face,

The hollow heart, the vacant space.

And all you have wasted, all you have feigned,

Will be the ghosts you can’t explain.

So wear your mask and speak your lines,

Pretend your virtue brightly shines.

But those who see, see clear as day

You never gave nothing real away.

You measure your worth by the faults you find,

But never glance at your own small mind

Your name may change, your stories bend,

But hollow pride will betray your own end.

You wear a dusty crown and a smeared mask that can fool the blind,

But all can see clearly through your kind.

The lazy heart, the empty claim,

The borrowed worth, the borrowed name.

So keep your throne of thin pretense,

Your smug and shallow innocence.

But those who watch have seen you play,

And know you gave no heart away.

He deserves more than your hollow show,

More than the seeds you never sow.

He deserves a love that’s real and kind

Not your small and bitter mind.

He gave you trust you couldn’t keep,

He built a life you let grow weak.

You sit so high on fragile pride,

Yet never once stood by his side.

You talk of worth you never show,

You speak of love you’ll never know.

Your hollow words, your empty stare

Proof enough there’s nothing there.

You feed yourself on others’ praise,

You watch a good man lose his days.

Yet never think to lift the load,

Too proud to walk a kinder road.

There’s poison in the way you smile,

A hunger cold and infantile.

You take and take and still complain,

A life so small cheap and vain.

You think your glory hides the truth,

But it only proves what lies inside of you

Your children watch, they learn your ways,

And they know nothing can grow in barren place.

One day you’ll stand without disguise,

No flattery left, no alibis.

And when the mirror meets your gaze,

It won’t reflect the part you played.

It shows the girl who never grew,

Who wore her scorn like something true.

Who took a heart, then let it fall,

A mind so weak, a heart too small

And when the years have passed you by,

When all you’ve claimed has turned dry,

You’ll see the worth you left untried

The love you spurned, the life you despised.

So wear your crown, pretend it fits,

But everyone sees through your script.

A queen of nothing, throne of air

A hollow reign, a vacant chair.

And when the quiet finally comes,

When all your shallow praise grows numb,

You’ll count the things you never gave,

The love you mocked, the trust you depraved.

You’ll see the man who bore it all,

Who caught each piece you let him haul.

A soul too big for your small cage,

A heart too true for all your games.

No borrowed pride will save you then,

No empty boasts, no brittle grin.

The life you wasted, the love you drained,

Will stand around you, unashamed.

For he will rise, he always will

A better heart you couldn’t kill.

And when he’s free of all you took,

He’ll build the life you never could.

So wear your mask, your heavy crown,

Pretend the world won’t see you drown.

But those who watched will not forget

The way you took and created debt.

In the end, you’ll find no throne,

No kingdom left to call your own.

Just empty hands, and a hollow claim

A life unlived, a borrowed name.