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By Tony DeLorger © 2012
Absent in thought and emotions subdued,
when life's course dictates, my withdrawal imbued,
I cringe from those moments, overwhelmed by my fears,
holding fast to my promise, potential not tears.
I rest in my stupor, removed from my pain,
while truth hovers closely, its advances in vein,
lost in denial, I sit quietly in hope,
that the curse of inaction, will not limit my scope.
But as forces release and my shell under weight,
cracks slowly apart, in the path of that wake,
when all that I fear, collides head on with life,
my rest now so wasted, and pain now my plight.
When fear impales logic and gathers in flight,
the mind finds its weakness and shatters on sight,
and deep in the darkness, the potentials of thought,
can be muted, receded and not function at all.
For doubting oneself in any way or form,
can only detract from that inner strength born,
that core of your being that's fearless and brave,
so when life brings those changes, they're accepted and made.
To be absent is often a much needed rest,
from the relentlessness of life and our limits confessed,
but at end it is we who lose from this stance,
when challenges not met, impede our advance.