The Truth of Despair
And so, I sew the fields of my fated consequence,
mirrored from my thoughts in recompense,
and I sing like a troubled slave,
the burden of captivity too much to bear,
yet the master behind me,
lashing leather to crack open my flesh, is me,
and I dare not turn to see,
to know the truth of my despair.
Too much I have blamed,
turned my spite and regret on others
to take my internal pain and bear it,
for I cannot, cannot admit my fault,
the responsibility I thwart,
in some mindless pursuit of redemption,
that cannot quell the aching
of my desperate heart.
Truth is like a vulture to consume carrion,
it circles until there is no resistance left,
then it fervently consumes the flesh,
and we, swallowed whole by truth reflect
how pointless was the ploy,
to think placating truth would
in some way protect an illusion of propriety,
while we finally face ourselves.
Despair is the last realisation,
the light of truth in manifestation,
so disarmingly blatant, so hurtfully poignant,
that we bend to its reality,
broken all the illusions we upheld,
to be blissfully unaware of truth,
to save our inept ruse from exposure,
yet in the end fated.
Truth is the light that quells despair,
because in facing ourselves
we begin to see the potential we are,
rather than the limitations we have been,
held back by fear,
and so we are reborn in light,
clarity now our sight,
and the heart accepts honesty to prevail.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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Wonderful piece, Tony. To face one’s self is one of the hardest things we have to do in life. Truth is always a healer and with that comes love, love for self and all life. Well done.
Thanks you Phyllis, glad you enjoyed the thoughts. Sleep well my friend.