Take It, It's Yours

My cup runneth over
With pride and ego
Everything that is wrong
I almost wish I had no contact with humans at all
There is a contest that has no end
To be famous
But not free
To gather wealth
Regardless of merit
To squander dignity
For attention
To contrast your happiness
Against those who have none
All instinct
Has been learned
Sculpted
In the image of folly
Every decision
Every desire
Is intended to ease my suffering
Though the opposite is true
Speak to me no more
There is no purpose
Except for your own desires
I yield to no vision
Born in the human mind
I wish to empty the vessel
That carries a cargo full of destruction
To find the bottom
To rebuild
In the image of my children’s love
And in their hopes
For our togetherness
Is good enough for me
Take pride
Take ego
Take knowledge
Take everything
Everything you touch
Everything you display
Everything that proves your worth
Take it
It’s yours

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Teylina 4 years ago

SP, I love your work, as you should know by now, but this is something close to my heart, as I believe you've let the cat out of bag about split families. "In the image of my children's love And in their hopes...." that's the key to what really matters. The rest you can do without. I also was drawn to "All instinct has been learned Sculpted"...all too true, my Tally friend. Great hub with just enough bitterness to rid oneself of it, but not enough to affect the rest of one's life. Priorities.


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raciniwa 4 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

great poem Suburban and i'm always in awe with the message of it...


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Lilliana Delanor 4 years ago from Michigan, USA

I left everything but my children behind when we left, and now we share one bedroom at my parent's house. We have what we need, and very little else, but we're finally free.


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The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Teylina - Hey Tally friend! Yeah it's tough being apart from the chldren... It requires much focus to remain involved and look for opportunities. It also has made me realize more than ever what is most important and the games people play for their own ego-gratification is something that I'm trying to tame. A quiet happy moment with my children means so much now and that is more than all the "beautiful people parties" in the world.

@Raciniwa - Thank you and for you say that is very gratifying to me.

@Lilliana - Well that's a tough situation and obviously not what you had in mind when you had the children. Hopefully it will start to get better. I feel bad for you but the children are with you and as you say you are free; that is so much more important than "things." And thank you for the follow and the fan mail.

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