I used to be bothered, being broken
Always sifting myself to be separate
Recognizing parts are lost from a whole
They serves different functions of purpose
I’m hardly ever politically correct
And know- when I’m am, its by accident
Perhaps its my natural aberrations
After all, I know I’m not a politician
I have no need to drive myself crazy
Flip-flopping akin, a fish out of water
Lying to one group just for appeasement
While secretly cutting tether of another
But remembering to wear stolen gloves
For when its time to point guilty fingers
It’s stands to reason to, just be honest
Without intentions of cruelness: diplomacy
Wouldn’t that be the real face of positivity?
Be empathetic and honorable, simultaneously
Why steep myself in a dark collective group;
That handcuffs anyone’s unique thoughts;
Or destroys their soulful gift of creativity;
Only to appear drowning in fake affinity?
Waves of harsh critics needing to oppress truth
Lies- unjust human second nature choices
Via fear, trying to escape culpability by words
Albeit, I’m oft found alone on many pathways
Finding they serve as a safe harbors, sorta speak
As I peregrinate my journeys, in all life’s seasons
At least I know they’ve been seized by integrity
Like a beacon amidst an ocean…of darkness
Poet of the Light © 2019
Sometimes discovering integrity in a sea of darkness feels more like gathering breadcrumbs.
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Yes, I agree, and sometimes we are the only breadcrumbs of integrity.
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