Hiding in Limits
Hiding in Limits
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
Tethered to my own limits,
I tread the course of my envisioned life,
and where I land and what I see,
the result of my own will,
blind to the possibilities unthought,
enslaved by a conscience measured.
What I could have been had I the strength,
to overcome a restricted foresight,
an unimagined dream unfurled,
and an acceptance that my wants will be honoured
by a complacent and ambivalent universe,
wishing me the best, not caring about the worst.
I am an island,
a cast alone figure in a vast sea of possibility,
with a leaky row boat without compass,
studying the sun's path,
undecided on direction to a resurrected path,
a path chosen without encumbrance.
Fate sits like a shadow behind me,
pleading acceptance and my hopeless resignation,
but I still cling to my will,
still insist I can overcome myself,
and find where I should be,
where my heart knows home.
I mercilessly cling to hopes of partnership,
thinking there must be one true heart,
one who can be immersed in love without dissension,
without the bent to flee at the slightest disharmony,
and to imbibe the paradigm of unconditional love,
and soothe a spirit to blissful rest.
I never wished to hide,
only give what a soul can give,
yet the storm gathers at the edge of reasoning,
ever threatening an open door,
ready to take the core of me to task,
and bury my hopes in fear.
The only thing that stops you moving forward is YOU!
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