Experience Not Defining, More a Learning

His steps faltered,
the ground as viscous clay,
dragging him down,
strength waning amid the burden of movement,
and clouds in dark disdain, brewed above,
corrupted love in choice of penance,
the lost heart of a warrior without purpose,
a soul void of respite,
from the demons of guilt and denial.
So twisted his fate,
what hope could he derive,
being alive the pain of transgression’s ache,
and wronged as his victims were,
he could not concur
for his heart was dark from blame,
far from seeing his mistakes,
and so his pilgrimage was set,
a path a regret but no yet understanding.
His woes of self, echoed,
like a child’s wants unappeased,
a whining of self-pity and blame,
met with ominous silence,
as truth in quiet repose awaited,
his thirsty soul to sate the truth,
the selfish root of all his problems,
his choices grave and malicious bled,
blood from all his angered words said.
The more he sobbed,
the more he felt oppressed,
the deeper the clay, his steps so burdened,
he came to a stop,
no thoughts to carry on,
just this dark stagnancy,
and as he peered up to heaven,
he saw no light, just darkness,
his final weighted plight.
On his knees,
now submerged in his own circumstance,
he prayed for guidance,
someone to understand his waged war and fight,
but silence bared to him his regret,
for all he did, his blood and sweat for self,
at the expense of others,
and the realization cut deep into his heart,
never having doubted self.
And as he looked up
once again to the heavens,
a small light appeared,
a crack within the darkness,
and he smiled, took it as a sign,
to remind him of life’s purpose,
experience was not his defining self,
but instead a learning.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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When we see that our struggles are a learning then we grow spiritually. Wonderfully penned and a great life lesson, Tony. Well done, my friend.
Thanks Phyllis, glad you enjoyed it. Take care.