Perched at the Edge
Perched at the Edge
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
Inevitable, my clandestine, errant concerns,
bleached by sun, gnawed by spectres,
and swayed by the guile of seers,
what I take from the warring factions
of light and darkness,
is bound by a soul attuned,
enlightened enough to know,
what prey I am amid the powers of life.
I am touched by the light,
enticed by darkness,
and move within the shadows between,
hoping the spite of balance is dulled,
lessening the debt I must pledge to both
in the creation of balance,
basking in chosen light,
or touched by the seeds of evil.
Hide I must, but to no advantage,
my debts amassing in my absence,
putting off the inevitable,
while I choose light, my path of reason,
to fall once again to the balance of iniquitous debt,
slammed by the ruthless minds of darkness,
the unleashed power of ill-content,
and malicious doers of harm.
I feel like cowering,
like a beaten animal,
overpowered and at the mercy,
of a force far greater than I,
yet how can I forsake my nature,
my will to walk into the light of truth,
but evil lurks to wrench me back to reality,
me the helpless fulcrum of that perilous swing.
Why can't I be just a little evil,
to appease my righteous paradigm,
and save the jolts of realignment,
that so adjusts my thinking and circumstance.
And so the night ensues,
without my custodial affirmation,
bleak and perilous,
inhabited by the shadows of malice,
and creatures of discontent,
alive in the minds of fear,
and those of indecision, pursued,
to the infinite end of what darkness holds.
In all my assertions of purity,
there are but flaws,
of a mind ill-equipped to navigate that stark abyss,
to move within its purpose,
and fulfil those debts owed,
for that righteous path of choice,
that fills a mind with intention,
and stills a soul within an accepted paradigm.
I am but a novice to the that other side,
yet, within me the beast that says otherwise,
and a knowledge that I must find balance,
in this life of boundless illusions,
experience the ideal of necessity,
and what I judge wrong,
simply a one-sided limitation,
to the expression of natural balance.
What darkness holds is another truth of self,
a potential just as seductive as love,
waiting and hoping to find
the balance of understanding,
and even expression,
in a world fraught with extremes,
the middle ground, in the end,
the panacea for all human ills.
To understand life, a great advantage, to understand oneself, a revelation.