By Tony DeLorger © 2012
I stumble, so often,
finding my feet is far more familiar than following them,
destinations fraught with obstacles,
and the stops and starts confusing to the cause.
One step begins a journey,
yet falling to ones imperfections is rarely considered,
each step impaired by walls and jagged climbs,
the struggle of a life path.
Life is never easy, not the glossy photo inferred,
but a constant challenge, pain the teacher of value,
uneasiness the cost of accepting change,
and the anguish of maintenance.
I fall often, grovel in self-pity,
then I do it all again, over and over, until I get it right,
and grow from the experience,
centre on the pain and accept its gift of knowledge.
Suffering seems hardly wanted,
yet without it what would force us to learn,
what then would guide us to right paths and a serene mind,
perspective the outcome of the complexities of cognizance.
Love alone gives us a sense of worth,
belonging to this plethora of extreme experience,
and in it we find our base self,
what truly defines us and recognizes our true potential.
I stumble, more than I'd like,
but I get up again, an innate will, driving me to endure,
to find worth in every cell, thought and action,
when all is lost, everything remains.
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