By Tony DeLorger © 2012
Incomplete, the drive to endure,
the tenacity to overcome the self,
and all the gnawing doubts that loom,
in the shadows of past struggle.
There, in the cold breathless void, dim and receded,
are the dark whispers of obstinence,
the downright refusal to change,
to move forward with courage.
To endure is to accept,
and to accept is to experience what will come,
knowing that a heart will somehow go on,
regardless of the blood letting.
Acceptance is simply the recanting of will,
not the giving way of hope in separation,
an acceptance not of reality but of indifference,
the pathway of a hapless mind.
In life we may choose,
to know in the completeness of truth,
or to see what we will, not what remains in substance,
the reality of being.
To live in the light of truth,
we must accept completely our path, however it seems,
each fragment, coarse or smooth,
truly fashioned within the form of perfection.
Our vision is as pliable as our thoughts,
and truth always beckons consideration.
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