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Life Must Go On

I walked away from the laughter, the magic
And the bitter memories
After being left behind
          Damned by fate to walk a spiritual path alone
Unaided by a teacher, nor pushed in any conclusive directions

ALONE

Footstep by footstep
I carved a path like water carves through stone
And with bleeding hands, and calloused soles
I fell to my knees and yelled into the cosmos
                HELP

Looking up
My heart lifted at the site of what I knew
however misguided- to be my home
I picked myself off the ground,
And plunged head first into a path, which lead me far

One filled with discipline, sweat, pain
                  Yet-
Also with family, support, and protection

Home-
The internal fire, which warms the body and soul
          has once again escaped me
I have been once more
                      Damned by fate to walk a spiritual path alone

But now, after existing in limbo
Compiling restless nights, on top of uncontrollable feelings of loss
After crying relentlessly, begging for help, pushing away those who matter
I am ready to walk away from that
Which I had once willingly walked towards, blind to the corruption of life

Blind to the truth of The Way

I am finally ready for the journey to begin,
Into my soul
Into the heart of the home which has always been with me
Always ignored

I am ready
              To battle the darkness of the soul

I just needed to write this, not for anyone else. I need to start life again. I needed to die to be reborn. This poem is based on the idea that "home" is not a physical place with no set path

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  • torn dragonfly
    January 4

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    This was beautiful. It's so good that you put it all down, and that you've wandered through the tangle onto a new path. Blessed Be.


  • tomisb
    January 4

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    It is well expressed, this moment when we recognize that we are alone in being, but in need of the support and love of family. We are the choosers of our goals and direction but far better off if we head out on our adventures with the support of those who helped get us to this point.

    You catch the quandry of how we are alone. We are the only ones who live this life, the one that is ours alone. We earn each and every lesson we have. NO ONE ELSE.

    Yet at the sametime we have done this in a net or web of social, physical and cultural norms and precepts. In all of this home becomes a womb that allows us to make our discoveries as well as the source of pressure to not hide from our own ability.

    Enough of my ramblings. You wrote an excellent poem.

    Love, Tom B.