To the Catastrophic, Aggressive Stoic – The Ordinary Rebel,
To the Profound, Outstandingly Loving Lunatic Unbound – X,
You can not waste your life wishing to die,
Nor spend it not wanting enough to live…
Because you search so passionately for the Golden Fleece…
And with blood and heart have expanded immortality…
White Light, bright fire,
Look up to yourself with your feet on the ground,
You’ve claimed so many wrong places to be heaven
And see not your own place in it…
In darkness, the sky is your mirror,
Can you see not how wonderful you are?
But you are much more than that.
18.06.2013 | Categories: Abstract, Deepening, Family, Freedom, Growing Up, Inspirational, Longings, Meaning, Spoken Word | Tags: metaphors, poem, poetry, poetry blog, riddles, spoken word | Leave a comment