Who knows better,
For, do I not allow my darkest secrets, to hold me to ransom.
Oh, the follies of one’s own strange ways.
there can be light, why then chose to ignore it
remaining in the shadows of, half a life.
Where memories oft’ recall, the darkest habits in each moment of time.
To become unto one to oneself
where that of essence abides
a step toward absoluteness.
Here then is the connection to,
that which is the before, and beyond that of death.
Non-acceptance of actual self-reality.
Yet acceptant of, many un-proven realities of others,
their behaviours, and emotions un-balanced
A fine line of life; to be aware, or not.
Courage to be assertive; all values, valued without fear.
If this could be, but a truth, great strengths would abound
For that of heart, and harmony would surely over-power
That of weakness, and insecure ways.
So, let’s move forward...put the past behind.
Not totally forgotten…. but learned from.
For, what point, anxiety, stress, regrets, and depressions,
belonging to another time.
The now, needs space to operate….
…. now issues are that which need be dealt with.
A cleansing, a way forward, new path, a knowing of,
the authentic self, the intrinsic being, of being human....
Words of promise, of failure
Of loves conquest and loves doom.
Words in a jumble of languages
Words of compassion, words of war.
Words that are selfish. Words misused, and sadly abused
So many words devouring mind space.
Words of no effect, words of instruction, of indoctrination
and worthless destruction.
Was this the way planned, on the day of creation.