It's All So Different Now
How early on sets in
this dreadful social layering,
by those who set the bounds—
so young they couldn’t write,
yet bullied and condemned the rest
who sat alone in silence.
The battle lines were drawn;
attack ensued, and others won.
Defeated then, without a finger lifted,
a dozen years of schooling passed,
when I endured their ceaseless taunts,
wondering if it all was true.
So I went away and found my power,
and still they tried to grab.
I forced the world to notice—
sent a few away and
summoned others to my door.
What I didn’t have, I didn’t need.
Life’s pendulum swings and hovers,
swings and hovers.
Somewhere I let go, and fell.
Root and dirt closed up around me.
Withdrawn from garish light,
I sensed the clamor fading.
So quiet then the earth,
and yet it bade me listen.
Who told a tale of dreams and visions.
I opened wide my eyes to heed its summons.
Straining hard, I cast off my beliefs
to part with all I thought I knew.
Wealth and power promised
are lies uttered in a fog—
told by those who’d rather have than be.
And as for me, it’s all so different now,
Free at last, I leave it all behind
and peacefully transcend.
Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2016