There can be no through,
not if your truth stops halfway.
Can you get to the other side
and leave your self behind?
Who will you be, when you get there then?
Hold yourself hard! Let go burdens
if you must. Drop grudges, certainly!
Lose even your way, but hold to you
- so that when you have finally
climbed out onto wide places,
with paths wending for miles before you
in all directions, you will find yourself,
A clear head,
with which to choose a path.
with which to walk it, and when
you reach some home, a heart to offer
in love, and to hope
and hopefully - to rest in contentment.
But if you have left your self
and your truth behind half-way,
broken into shards to cut some foe,
beaten flat in the hammering of some point
you had to prove, or buried - buried deep, hidden,
to be safe!...if you have lost your truth
and your self, along the way
- whose home can you ever hope to find?
Though you enter into it, it will not be yours,
and neither will you.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years. Try the RANDOM button to sample the sometimes surprising breadth of quality (and in several Novembers, breathtaking quantity as well), or click the "ANY GOOD" label* for those poems labeled with it. On any poem, old or new, feel free to offer your remarkable insight or critical acumen.
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