On Separate Journeys
Often,
I feel softened!
And embedded deep!
Bolted to an awareness...
Of those despairs I've known.
But believed convincingly,
My travels alone would harden.
And as I grew...
I knew this was not so.
A movement forward,
Expanded my vision.
And I wilfully became prisoner...
Of wisdom and curiosity.
Forcing me to experience,
With blemishes and flaws...
To grow.
Unexpectedly!
Every step I took,
Would further chip away...
A protective shell.
A cell with its door unlocked.
To pursue unstopped.
And...
My observations made me more the servant,
Of my sensitivities.
Unblocked by exploration.
And caring less...
Those discreeted sensitivities,
Would become more addressed...
To show publicly.
With a freedom to express them,
Openly.
Freed I would be!
And although slowly...
A healing proceeded,
From those scars and internal agonies...
I carried as if treasured gifts!
I am there.
It seems...
Connected!
Feeling a collective retrospective,
That has me feeling whole!
Alive.
Bold.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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