What I carry is insignificant,
What it means to you doesn’t matter.
Why it falls and on this wall makes a splatter?
This is my burden to carry,
I am the one who swallows this bullet, not you.
I am my own ego-death and then I’m not.
Yes I realize
______________I am not among the few.
I am my own and alone.
I am half of a whole and never lonely.
I didn’t ask for your help.
_____________(I don’t need fixing)
Just love me.
_____________Because I love you.
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I am the gate to wisdom,
I am knowings door.
I am a ship left stranded
On a distant forgotten shore.
I contain all knowledge, yet abandoned,
I am a rock on which to moor.
Certainly a burden,
But a cure to ignorance and fear.
Ignorance or I?
Who shall first disappear?
Posted in Musing
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Seeking, learning, nothing?
Truth, insight, knowledge, discernment.
Posted in Musing
Tagged burden, curious, insight, knowing, knowledge, learning, Musing, nothing, philosophy, poetry, truth, wisdom
Once she had a thought.
Once she had strength,
Once there was a day at length.
And with that thought she,
Tried to escape on her own.
But few are they who can truly leave home.
No real attempt was made,
I’ll tell you why,
Her son gave her reason to try.
And try she does. Against all odds
She’s none the worse for wear.
There isn’t much for these winds and waves that she can prepare.
Forward to the future,
Leaving the past behind,
And abandoning those unkind,
She isn’t likely to quickly change her mind.
Still carrying scars and mending broken wings,
She awakes to a new day and sings.
What is scarred and broken is no burden,
When it’s so bright, what’s behind the next curtain.
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Tagged alone, burden, day, Future, leave, mother, poetry, reason, scar, son, strength
I awake with this:
A burden on my eyes;
The weight of tomorrow.
My future sight,
Too young dies.
I cannot see I must borrow.
What I thought I saw was not,
The sight isn’t what I sought,
But the goal of bliss.
There’s no weight,
No burden on these eyes.
A load never meant to carry.
Now to seek only light
And darkness to despise,
My anxiety: another body to bury.
The weight he carries is not his own,
It is hidden and does not show.
Once more and once before.
His scars are hidden, behind a locked door.
He did not swiftly to justice go,
It wasn’t his fault, but you wouldn’t know.
Settling now, he tries to rest his bones,
In some strange place others call his home.
He lets them believe,
He doesn’t want them to see,
The truth that is this deep pain.
He bears the scars of others,
This is his gain.
When finally the weight falls and flutters,
He’ll pick up the next just to stay sane.