The scale's axis;
the core, the heart,
the gift of humanness;
on the lean days, in the off-season--
weathering those potholes in the road,
the waves that rock each and every boat.
We must carry on--
and not let such things overtake us.
We must load our guns and aim
for the target's center--and fire!
We must seize that chance
in the face of fear;
We must be strong while in despair;
Adhere to some rules and break others;
Explore the liminal and struggle;
Transcend the discomfort; unearth the pain.
Make peace with who I am vs.
who I want to be vs. who am I?
Forgiveness! We must persist!--
and know alone-ness.
And think of others, newly
and honor those before us;
And, doing so, recall the ones
that got away:
The one who still breaks free
from the tenuous history;
and furthers endurance, survival
of one's own tribe--in the truest sense.
And know tragedy
and our sacred idiosyncrasy.
The fittest--Diversity!
The true definition of progress: Being.
Tomorrow, another shot at consciousness.
Open to the inevitable next lesson--
A leap! of presence, humility, wisdom--
We must persist!
4 comments:
Nice inspiring introspective poetry.
I was I was still creative after midnight.
I like this one alot.
Simple pains,
the ushers of downfall,
open doors,
lead us to brightness
to great sound,
music
besides the poem being beautiful and touching and all... the picture to it looks like its from the set of Love Ludlow... I cried like a baby watching it.
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