Hindsight

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I learned a divine lesson long ago;

Tears are truly the blood of our soul

So- I know the real value of each drop shed

 

There are far too many who pontificate

like experts because they need to be needed

and have yet taken an honest self inventory

 

Why must or should I subject myself,

to any of the objectification by others;

once they discover, I’ve became a victim?

 

Whilst there are many who have endured

suffering at the hands of loved strangers

Know that, none of us are exactly the same

 

Trust- a journey often mistaken as an entitlement

simply because you’ve created some justification

to use like a guilty currency; thus buying your agenda

 

Know- there is a graceful solace in the silence

that keeps us far from the world’s touch, or view

A mere small fragment of heaven, unmolested

 

So at times we may well be uncharted islands

growing in aberrational ways and new values

None the less, perfecting who were are, as- us

 

Never am I required ever to open up myself

for inspection or criticism by anyone else

Stripping my autonomy is now… a boundary too far

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Published by Poet of the Light

I’m a deep visualizing poet creating particular facets, not only line by line, but even the shades and innuendo's between them; to the point that, I can get so comfortably caught up in my imaginations first imperfect draft that I sometimes just move in to stay there… rhetorical, spelling, grammar, mechanics be damn, nothing in life is that perfect. I don’t need tailor made, I need someone/something to fit well enough that it becomes fashionable for me to wear well. I don’t need to pretend to know everything and I resist pontificating those things I’m well versed in. I'm just a simple romantic at heart waiting on a perfect storm to completely sweep over me like a gentle fresh dawn. In the meantime, I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone a friend, until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with other like minds artist, writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish.

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