The Sheeps Travail
The Sheep’s Travail
By Tony DeLorger © 2012
Inhibited only by my own transgression in thought,
I seek to assimilate my darkness and light,
forever honing my longing breath,
by tempering my innate undermining spectre,
my shadow self in silent repose.
Abiding by no master, I relent on a loving hand,
a kindred soul of ilk,
one whose way is paved with questions,
unashamedly closed to the rattle of dogmas,
and the sheep’s weary journey.
Never have I sacrificed my shortcomings,
for the plump downy plumage of convention,
the comfort of ignorance,
or the cloak of supercilious denial.
Instead I contend the flock,
reap my own circumstance
and suffer at my own hands the frailty of human ineptitude.
My run is uncertain, filled with outrageous fortune,
yet my steps are clear and sound,
steeped in the knowledge that I alone,
carry the burden of my pain.
I am a pariah from life’s mundane conformity,
a chosen link to possibility,
and the tracker of none who passed before.
I am the one who said, No.
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