This is how I come to be

This is

My time

To speak

This is

The time

I seek

In strength

With stride I

Will not

Deny I

Am here for

Release of

All I hold

I will not

Click past

Or reload

But follow

The Current in

Stream to

Weather beyond

This extreme and

Give to you

My words

Inside

And then

Let you

Give to

Mind

What You

In Time

Will Decide

Knowing

For me

I have

Tried

No, I

Cannot be

The eye

With Which

You See

The source of

Conflict

That climbs

The valance

That beckons to

Disregard

A delicate

Balance of

My security

And playful

Ease

The day by

Day chased

Away

No, I

Cannot be

Growing as

A weed

I do

Not see

Within

A dried up

Sea of

Water flowing

Beyond the

Wall of

Friendship

The tragic

Fall—

No, I

Can not

See at

All

I will

Not struggle

Long nor

Claim

Another

Wrong but

I will

Not deny

My heart

The time

To scream

Within

A waking

Dream that

Shows within

A deeper sin of

Oppression of

Aggression to

Over look where

I begin

Where I

Should

Start where

I take

Responsibility of

My part

And my share

To not

Split an

Aging

Hair

No, I

Am not

A saint nor

Do I

Control

My fate

But I do

See

An open

Gate

Where I do

Time to

Time

Partake of

Something of

Meaning and

No longer

Demeaning I

See I

Have to

Forgive and

Not command and

Certainly

I can

Not demand of

You to

Understand if

I am to

Eventually

Call you

A friend

But I can

Not

Help to

Question

Why I

Fall into

Confession

And always

Seem to

Live this

Dream where

I come up

Short

Yet I

Play on

Like in

Some

Summer sport

Where bruises are

Gained and

Fame is

Never claimed

But I

Don’t win

No—

I make

Excuses for

Another

Regardless of

The weather

I say

What is

Right and

Give up

The fight

No I

Don’t win

I just

Give in

I put

My pain

To rest and

Then walk on

Hoping

The best

No I do

Not

Give in

To me

I just

Look to

See what

You see but

That is

Not

My sight and

I have

Nothing

Left in

This fight

I want more

From

My life

I want to

Abandon

This strife

And see in

Me

A sea is

Flowing

I want to

Walk on

In mind

Knowing—

Yes I

Did this

For me

While blind to

What it

Is you

See

I am

Not a

Weed but

A flower

Within a

Seed that

Is fed from

Water and

From Sun

From this

Light I

Have won

Beyond

The conflict

I have come

To be

Something

From life’s

Turbulent sea

Yes I
Have come to be

CL Feb 2009

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