A Peace of My Choosing
I wander the periphery,
the edge between earth and abyss,
and wonder how sure my footing is,
a fall of either kiss,
and my wants are rather fickle,
as days are warm and cold,
and circumstances nudge me too,
a little bias fill.
So I step one step and look down and up,
steady going but decisions rough,
peace in death, sleep not enough,
but something else does hold me,
clinging to my potential,
those possibilities in a soul aloft,
that I can overcome my ragged plot,
and write a truth that is not forgotten.
This line I walk is narrow,
wouldn’t take much to knock me off,
and which side I would land, is anyone’s guess,
just a random event as I digress,
my thinking somewhat tenuous,
my heart all crisp and tremulous,
from all the battering I’ve endured,
procuring the love imbued in my past.
I forget often about the line I walk,
busy bleeding my brain upon a page,
I guess my balance is involuntary,
’cause I’m still on my feet and haven’t yet complained,
but in the darkness of night, I remember,
I feel the vast open spaces between,
the end I will one day comply with
and the life I have between.
I’ll not dwell too much,
not colour the days on offer,
instead I just consistently write and discover
the truths that light up my aspiration,
keep me on offer,
as time whittles me down,
age crusts and hardens my veins,
and until I can no longer write, I’ll stay.
Struggle aside I still imbibe the beauty,
the miracle that is life,
nature remains my threshold,
my connection with life,
for many people are callous and so self-absorbed,
I can no longer bear their mayhem,
and being alone lets me restore,
to live in the peace of my choosing.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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Nicely penned, Tony. I also turn to nature for peace. Where else does all enfold one in pure love and peace – ne’er known. Take care.
Glad you enjoyed Phyllis. Take care, my friend. Cheers!
The peace of one’s choosing is so important. A reclusive lifestyle is not such a bad thing, we live within our own thoughts, our minds are fully open and ready to receive clearly without our surroundings being filled with noise, disturbance, mayhem from heavy traffic, peoples voices screaming into our ears. Fortunately you Tony can have that peace as mother nature surrounds your abode. Getting far away from the maddening crowds is a good thing for a poets heart and soul. Unfortunately some of us must be in the bee hive of activity not of our choosing but the nature of our position in life. If given the opportunity I would run to the woods:-))
We can only be where we are supposed to be, and for myself, it is right and accepted. I live in a haven for my expression and writing. I have beautiful surroundings and people that I love and love me in return. What more could I want? Take care, my friend.