The Irony of Reflection
Who cleanses my life to transparency,
judges my every thought to win or lose,
and by whose authority to peruse my shadows
and attest my demons;
for who is without them in life,
the tender wounds of love’s fading,
the angered vengeance of betrayal
and all that disappointment feeds within?
No islands we, in our humanity,
scarred by past, tempered by storms so complete,
they echo strong in times to come,
resilient they in fears so weighted in burden,
our shadows thick with their bleating;
yet still we try to escape, run to make a better life,
and they attached to us go,
wherever we go.
Judge me not for my transgressions,
for they alone punishment enough,
and even though I impede their perilous whims,
still they echo in mind, a reminder of my imperfection,
my inept reasoning a beacon,
for those in recognition, learning truth,
and I struggle with self, sorting wheat from chaff,
the aftermath of living.
Who dares to question a life, questions themselves,
for recognition reveals the same within them,
and malicious may be the judgement,
when truly they see themselves in reflection,
and so without credibility, they wound
to keep the truth of them concealed,
and bleed another in diversion,
when truth cannot be refuted.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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Your strength of character is showing, Tony – I love these thoughts which show you embrace who you are. Great work, dear friend.
Glad you relate and enjoy my thoughts dear friend. take care Phyllis.