I walk in a circle
without ever leaving my mind,
the world around me,
static,
only me wandering
inside this place,
this bit of evil
that would suggest
I will fail
no matter the energy,
the positive source of beauty,
no matter the realm of distance
between my self and my future.
It is a quiet torment,
the reality of certain disappointment
when coming to terms
with that simplicity
we blame upon
the human condition.
We are taught to understand
failure in frivolous fortune,
the sediment of our mind,
showing only the deprecating outcome
of shielded fury,
the sort of reckoning
occurs when one is faced with a fate
they might never believe
could happen in their lifetime.
Then we are told to live on,
get over the edge of sorrow
realize another day,
welcome a new horizon,
as we drive toward a full moon,
we are asked to forget our past.
Sometimes, when I am left to imagine
I cannot think beyond the tears.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
