I, walking ambiguity
Of persistence and cessation
Intuition null and lifted
From all that I've been gifted.
A center formed from chaos
Where a universe was whole
Cannot contain such notions
If anything at all.
Liking this soliloquy
gets harder every day.
Myself for friend alone
Leaning on hope along the way.
So I was forced to listen
I heard and I resisted
And my will begin to matter
As soon as I desisted.
But having almost forgotten
how to commune with people
Saying what I mean
leaves me against the wind.
A remnant of being passive
a side effect of unreason
because after this long
I'm already conditioned.
Yet here I am again
Organizing the confusion
jumbled pieces come together
As I try to find solutions.
So I can speak my mind
And finally put to paper
The meanings, the truth I found
and talk of what I've wasted;
The peace and love I wanted
The mornings when I waited
The writing that has changed
And what I'm working to adjust.
So it has sounds of my experience
Without being unfair, untrue
To my own life or blind to others
What else is there to do?
I've stepped into the future
Looking inside my past
And have a meaning, a desire
To make this last at last.
C.M. Hazel © 2015-2016
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