The Blame Game
Seeking to find serenity is a task I cannot take
for most of all it seems to me a mindless missing mandate.
Buddha has achieved serenity, at least that what some say.
Yet, in my mind dear Sylvia* found death in a similar way.
To not exist, to cease to be, will bring the sought for feeling,
many find this door to out, but, it leaves my head reeling.
Can I not change, the path I'm on, can I not choose another?
Will I blame an omnipotent God, will I blame my brothers?
No, I'll accept, live and breathe, the form which I've been given,
and I'll forgive myself each step, and so, I will be shriven.
For I've been made with God's own seed, a God am I so born
I'll not blame another man or take credit from the unformed.
*Sylvia Plath (10/27/32 – 2/11/63) was an American poet,
novelist and short story writer who commited suicide.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012
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