Down a River of Words: A Poetry Collection

Pilgrim in Search of the In-Between

Where is the city

between Acid Anger and Limp Will?

I need to find it.

I tread lightly through the mist,

with squinting eyes, trying to find that balance.

Forever searching, I understand,

I can only get so close...

Perfection can never be achieved, but the

striving never stops.

See me now, standing in the middle of a teeter-totter,

somewhere in an abandoned playground.

My neck hurts from looking one way to the other.

There are the masses enraged on one side, their fists red and chapped from holding

them up in the wind of opposition.

There on the other side, a host of blue faces, docile in movement, letting the tide

carry them, unwilling to believe in Absolute truth.

There is bits of merit on both sides...

Electric current shock my body as Social Media makes us question what is even real. Self-proclaimed heroes do battle with would be trolls on a dangerous Web,

Many voices whisper in my ear

Teeter...

Totter...

Shall I ignore the injustice?

As evil takes advantage of the weak and the confused,

as the downtrodden are run underfoot by lumbering Giants with hollow intentions?

As Truth is perverted, and what is right is turned on its head?

As mouths taste of everything desired with blinded sight?

I give in to the rage and punch a hole through the wall, but the room is flooded with a host of

putrid water I had first thought was good intentions...

After breaking a window to escape, the flood carries me to the ground outside, and I view the broken skin on my hand as proof to succumb – I give in to the Great Wilt, and I stand for nothing.

"Who am I to say what is right?

Who am I, a man of flaws, to say who is wrong?

Let it all be as it may, I care not," I hear my voice say with stale breath.

But a voice carries over the noise of my indecision,

and speaks a breath of True Warmth into my frigid ear: "Stop a moment, and talk to the One who made Manifest the very fibers of existence. Ask for a healthy dose of Righteous Indignation coupled with a portion of Unconditional Love. For Love and Justice, perfectly balanced are within the Divine Hand. Love knows no hate, yet Love cannot abide with Truth perverted."

So truly, I am looking for that place of rest, that city somewhere between the Pride of the Enraged and the Sweltering Sea of No Standard. A Pilgrim, walking towards that Sacred In-between.