Unmasking the Script
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Ever feel like you're living a life pre-scripted by society and family? Existentialists would say that's exactly the trap we fall into. In this poem, we explore that feeling of inauthenticity through the lens of existentialist thought.
Warmest Regards.
Daniel
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In borrowed plumes
a masquerade we stage.
Thoughts echo doctrines
passions are preordained.
From broken families
where fractured spirits weep
Mothers of soulful sorrow
With eyes that never sleep.
We inherit canvases
pre-primed with societal skews.
But the brush trembles in our hand
Praying for a different magical muse.
Why is contentment suffocating and
chokes every…
Rebellious spark
a shroud created from what
societal expectations?
Desires' siren song leaves
a future yet undisturbed.
What once seemed a dream
now tarnished by compare.
Watch as Euphoria fades
on envy's poisoned air.
Listen, a lone chick's chirp pierces
the suffocating silence.
A desperate cry, a plea for
authenticity in a world
of conformity.
Ignorance surrenders to
the nascent street
A mentor's loving hand
Watch an infant’s heart take flight.
But knowledge begins,
is budding.
Not just in halls of stone.
Misunderstood
an invisible in and of the storm.
No matter how loud I yell!
My words are lost to the wind.
For words twist and turn and churn;
Observe,
their essence holds no form.
Reason's firm hand
against the senses' fancy
leaving a stoic queen.
Or perhaps bends to passions
subdued.
The searching mind is
an elaborate script.
Truths hidden in forgotten corners
Desiring to be unearthed.
An adventure held within
A story yet to confide.
Love's intoxicating calling -
A terrifying vulnerability.
Binds and threatens to consume the self
Watch as a teardrop falls.
A universe brought into absurdity.
Tomes are
mere stepping stones.
A path for minds to pave.
But now independent thought
The spirit still will most likely crave.
A mind that soars
barriers cannot tether.
True greatness found in
aiding one together.
This freedom, though…
Is a double-edged blade.
Empowers, who,
Us to choose.
A heavy weight is laid.
This scene
though pre-primed
awaits our hand.
To see a world where kindness takes a stand.
Schooling's confines, a gilded cage,
Beautiful on the outside, but stifling within.
Education's torch ignites an actor's stage.
We don costumes, recite prescribed lines,
A preordained charade.
Is this all there is?
Is there more to me than just playing a role?
The bygone antiquities,
Lessons left unlearned;
Potential slumbers,
A future yet unearned.
From tainted thoughts
a bitter harvest sown.
Unacted kindness
the burden we have groomed.
Imagination's spark
A divine excursion.
Yet trepidation lingers…
Endlessly, tirelessly
Look, a shadow in the astral expedition.
This circuitous journey
Along with questions as our guide.
Through borrowed masks
We search for what's deep inside.
The introspective quest
The truth we seek to hide.
Rediscovering essence
Reflecting our given name.
We peer into the reflecting mirror
A surface both clear and opaque.
Does it reflect our quintessence
Or perhaps it simply an inherited shape?
But is there a soul to tame?
Or are we players in a borrowed game,
Our lines pre-written on a blank script page?
“Actors...take your spots...lights; …and…action!”
Though unseen hands may guide,
The stage is ours to claim.
Copyright © Daniel Henry Rodgers | Year Posted 2024
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