I have been here before –
falling somewhere between desperation and reason.
I have even tried to justify my every step:
“no need, unless you know you’re wrong”
and so, yes, the voice doth preach,
and the ears will recoil,
for I am not about to listen.
Remember this –
I’ll only learn in this state
If it’s not guilt or some other fanciful delight you speak of.
I am the product of other people’s tyrannies.
I have, for too long, stood in the shadow of other people’s choices –
I am suffused to doubt
and bolstered up to clarify
that ne’er again will there be
that ne’er again for me, at least,
No surrender –
No surrender –
at least as long as I can see the boundaries.
The risk then less
I shall bravado fly
till truth be told.
I’ll fear again
The honest murmurings
of doubt
and place the ‘tough guy’ in the box –
the redundant hologram
it’s what I am
or would be
If I had to be
but I’ve invested too much
in believing
that it’s not
all as bad as that,
and that, if I choose,
I can contribute to this better world.
I will become the sum total
of fear, subservience, doubt, cowardice et al,
till it is further understood
I’m here for me
at first
I’m here to live,
not die.
I have questions –
beyond gravity –
which interest me.
I’m more concerned
and yet…
And then this doubt –
It is my life!
©TheHairyTeacher2014