The Hole I’m In

The hole I’m in I dug
with every word I said,
with every thought I shed,
every action I took
and every response
that helped or hindered my course,
and what I am, my appearance,
my skin, my smile, my blemished mind,
all the weathering, the tethering
of each and every thought I’ve made,
until I am what I think, in every way.
My illnesses, my pains,
my cavities, the rain that creaks my bones,
all my own, all of my doing,
and how I look just the remnants
of what thoughts that shook my life,
and each wrinkle, each sag, a story to tell,
for I am what I am,
what I’ve been and what I’ll be,
through each moment,
choice and decisions I’ll make,
as a vessel of my soul.
I may not be pretty,
may reveal how old I am,
but there’s still a smile and a wry knowing,
that all the sewing was worth while,
and I must love ever glitch of me,
for it reads like a puzzle only I can know,
and the scars of past resound clearly,
in heart and body, yet the mind is free,
unencumbered, but often labored,
burdened by a world I don’t understand,
but still I smile, for love is always in demand.
I’m slowing, joints a creaking,
yet still I can swim a mile or two,
and breathing seems right somehow,
when all life can turn to shit,
I admit I’m still committed,
and love is my light to see,
even amidst the treachery of many souls,
lost to the holes they dug,
and the scars that keep them down,
lost faces without smiles,
having not found a single moment of peace.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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And you are a vessel of honour for your soul, Tony. I love this verse. Well done, dear poet. Kudos. Take care. x
Thanks Phyllis, glad you enjoyed. Get the key to our new home on Friday; can’t wait, it has everything we need. Cheers!
Wonderful. How exciting for you, Tony. I will lift a toast to you, your family, and your new home.