My Changeable Past
My Changeable Past
By Tony DeLorger © 2014
In my movement I pledge truth a guiding force,
always in mind, my paradigms held closely,
for I know how bereft a life can become,
lost in the trials and pain of ill-conceived ideals.
Temptations and the beguiling voices of seduction,
live within us, our conditioned past,
and ever placate the will to change,
rather follow the paths most trodden, regardless of end.
So often I have faltered and retraced my folly,
when I know full well change is best,
but we cling to the known with a desperate fear,
thinking we will survive, but nothing more.
Life stops when this path is chosen,
for how can life ensue when repeated in the known,
holding all the miracles in a glass jar,
locked away from opportunity and fruition.
Change is the ability to accept transformation and betterment,
leaving perceived security and abandoning the doubts and fears,
that we allow to plague our reasoning and vision,
to step onto unknown lands, but with infinite opportunity.
Bravery is required, to want something better,
to push the boundaries that give limits to ourselves,
and to pursue our dreams,
however unlikely they may appear in the doubt of them
Without steps into the unknown,
we are burdened and chained to a past,
that in truth may be wanting on so many levels,
and that if chosen would repeat over and over that which is unwanted.
We cannot change the past,
but we can make certain we do not repeat it,
by the limitations of our own fears,
and the false security of the devil known.
One step is all it takes to transform a stationary life.
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