A Failing
A Failing
Tony DeLorger © 2016
I pray to transcend my bleak and weary limitations,
and swallow whole all that is me in acceptance,
for much still sits upon my shoulder,
considering my worthiness, awaiting epiphanies,
and still I see them in wait, their lights upon me a shadow,
and I live within their possibilities, still questioning
my resolve, my abiding their invitations.
It is as if I am whole with them inclusive,
yet they float like delicate plumes around my thoughts,
so close yet far from my acceptance,
but encouraging and pressuring me to yield;
for I am stubborn, oblique in a standing world,
and even myself I doubt to disrepair,
when offered is my all in readiness.
I aspire with tenacity, and follow the chosen path of struggle,
yet often I am an enigma of actions,
following courses that inhibit not liberate,
and it is not me wanting to remain as is, not at all,
but I think perhaps it is my failing of feeling unworthy,
that so intimidates my soul
when I choose to not take to heart my potential.
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Very deep musings here, Tony, and expressed so clearly. Great work! May you be all you can be and reach your highest potential, for you are worthy. (( ))
Thanks Phyllis, yes we all struggle with demons and those moments of enlightenment but a moment away, should we allow them. Glad you related . Cheers!
Demons occupy many a writers soul, it’s through them, we are able to release what we do before us on our keyboards or parchment very readily. The struggle we have is keeping them at a far enough distance not to occupy our every day world. I have moments of peace from them and I cherish it. But often when night time falls, memories stir and out of the darkness they come. They will try their hardest to control me, suppress my soul, talk down to me, tell me I’m a nobody, amounting to nothing. I have to close my eyes and focus on the straight path in front of me, reaching for the mark, some hope that will guide me to peace of mind. Often I’ve left my suite to walk off the demons there, when I come back with a clearer mind, I am refreshed. So my friend, keep fighting the good fight, know thyself always and ward off those who will try to bring you down. We have but one life to live on this plane, let’s make our MARK.
Cheers Vincent, all so true. As writers the darkness as well as the light passes through us and onto the page. That in itself is a blessing. Take care my friend.