Reality
I have lived my life—reaching out.
Asking !! Seeking!!
Breaching dark corners
of twisted truth.
Truth is a lonely place.
I put on my face and greet the morning.
It knows that I pretend…….
but there is comfort in the doing;
though I accomplish little.
Who am I? I wonder…..
as I face myself.
The answer?
Always a little further down the road.
Always a few steps out of reach.
But, I try, with palm open and ready for the grasp.
My mind is focused in complete anticipation.
I open myself.
Vulnerable to the elements,
I am completely cognizant of the faintest hushed rebuke.
It comes and I recluse myself…
to the dark place…of my disappointment,
floating on the thick funk surrounding me.
Such is life, I muse.
Such is the enemy of my determination.
But the will to succeed is sown- - -with new mettle.
The power to overcome grows exponentially as
sinews of determination intertwine,
and I shall win,
in the end.
8/5/2015 Charles Henderson
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