Simply Me...What I See
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
Whatever the end,
I can but be who I am,
think as I do,
express what I feel,
and know what life has given me
in darkness and light.
How often I wish otherwise,
seek the comfort of another life,
a road less worn,
by the tribulations of struggle,
yet, deep in my heart I know,
I can be no-one else, simply me.
Driven to find meaning in words,
my soul is called to duty,
and in every fiber of my being,
I move forward in righteous knowing,
for I have found purpose
that nourishes my soul and fulfills me.
I cling to no paradigm of living,
bar my will to observe and write,
and express how life presents itself to me,
without reservation or hesitancy,
to impart a perspective
that in hope touches hearts.
Why this is so bewilders me,
and having fought against it,
I realize the futility,
for what I am at my core,
cannot be reckoned just acknowledged,
and should I fall into the abyss in this undertaking,
at least I know this was my path.
Hesitantly I touch the outer shell of human life,
to maintain the possibility of survival,
to take responsibility,
enough to free my heart from the tyranny,
of a blind and narcissistic world.
I smile, find love within those aware,
and bless every living cell of miracles,
imbibe the beauty,
suppress the hatred,
and find solace in sacrifice,
knowing that like minds will find me.
My body may fail,
I may live a pariah's existence,
appear a broken and disheveled man,
bleached under the sun of truth,
and wasted in the physical life,
yet in my heart I am at peace,
for I am what I am, and know it true.
There's no need to find yourself, just clear away all the delusions and there you are.
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