Not Diem
The culpable hands.
Rinse away the blood.
The cuts, and scrapes.
I have made a decision.
My proclamation,
Weakness, will not be
A predators opportunity no more
My heart wishes no longer to live in deceit
Of the true nature it was intended for.
I must become
Someone
A cause, an ideal, a man.
Time to take this stand.
And stand for real.
I must not abuse my body , no longer neglect my talents, resist to change.
I must follow my righteous path
To avoid comfort and embrace the strange.
Non-complacent
Self-reliant
Doing what I thought, was the reason I was brought, became something
I was not.
Not.
DECEMBER 2nd 2014
Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014
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