To Be Human
To Be Human
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
Gleaned from the remnants of a fractious past,
I endeavour to reach the core of my undoing,
ready to face the demons of my grandiose self,
and the ego that has led me to unwanted ends.
Yet what leads me to these impasses of reason,
when sense withdraws from view,
and rattles my cage without response,
denial clenched tightly within my mindless hands.
What is it that I follow, a deluded heart,
perhaps greed and the glorification of self-importance,
nonetheless I fall where I stand, over and over,
and I, reluctant to admissions, replay this inner dialogue.
How can I remain conscious, yet still enact my undoing,
each step replicated in human ineptitude,
guiding my potential to inferior plays,
and watching myself, unable to turn the tide.
At some point one has to accept oneself,
potential, ability and the clear view of truth,
so often rejected out of fear and denial,
and then and only then, can we begin to know who we are.
To be human is a burden, a gift and an opportunity,
to serve a greater good, an ideal beyond our petty concerns,
in love we discover selflessness, and without it,
we are bound to a life of superficiality and the mundane.
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