Wrestling With Opposing Realities
Right now if I am to be truly single, then I want to unwind and remove all I have
believed and subscribed to.
If I am to muddle through life alone, then I want to relieve myself of the dreams held
dear in the depths of my human experience.
What is the bare reality for my life that I can know the way to traverse?
Which is wholly true and sure for me to brave and navigate?
Which way am I to turn to fully and so abandon one thing or another in its comprised
settings?
What IS the cold truth... or resolute hope?
Which am I to resign and resolve to and face squarely?
Both are shrouded in fog and obscurity to clearly discern, so I know not what to do
or say.
No beacon shines casting light to reveal my next step, and no crisp sound is
emitted to point direction.
I wrestle with these opposing realities and I am weary!
No glorious epiphanies or visions pristine banish my oscillating struggle... and no one
casts a rope of hope to cull me out gingerly to one... or another!
The heated glory of my chief dream deeply entwined with my heart remains engaged in
this troubling tug of war!
Whilst I wait on this solitary road at this very intersection, I wish for resolve and
direction with the oil of truth to become a comforting salve... at last!
Copyright © Jawaud Shafeek | Year Posted 2015
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