I have my flaws
I somehow understand yours
I look beyond the surface
I’m in the club of empathetic entrepreneurs
Is this my curse?
Not choosing well with whom I may fall?
We’ve crossed this line before
Look at that, oh what a squall
Despite what should be my better sense
I forgive and move on
Still I want to fill my heart
Wanting you by my side in the dawn
I’m asking the questions
That makes me look at my reality
What do I posit?
What makes me an enlistee?
I understand my vulnerability
I understand my strong features
I may not make the right play
But I’m certain I won’t be on the bleachers
There is something more I see
Than you are willing to let on
This is why I wait
This is why I fawn
Part of me knows this as fact
Part of me knows this dance
What will become of this?
My temptress of circumstance
Where is the accountability
If you think you have done no wrong?
Is it better to ignore our input rather than our need to belong?
Perhaps I beleaguer
Over the inconsequential?
Perhaps I easily consign to the mere existential?
Or is it just possible
I may wake and become a better me?
Manifesting a vast potential
If and only if I allow myself to see?
I wanted to think clearly
A time I was less confused
Some moments I see vividly
Whereas others I have excused
The trouble with my memory
I’m not sure if I have the right take
What were the predisposed factors?
What are the presumptions we make?
Fill in parts of what we know now
File away under a current change of view
How will I ever really know?
There is no one else to interview
Is it really worth the effort?
Will my reality be forever changed?
Will I become more self-aware?
Or will I always be estranged?
I try not to confabulate
I try to sift out erroneous thought
This is important for me
I try hard not to be lost
We may find out as children
When parents can lead us astray
They tell us how the world works
Until we find out the error of their ways
I am told many things about the world
With little evidence, faulty reasoning and bias not far behind
Despite ignorance and poor role modeling
We must still search for a truth that we can find
We are an agency in the population
There are many challenges we meet with resistance
Our own accounting
Our own insistence
If you speak out and criticize
Your bona fides should represent
Something to backup your claims
Something to ground your intent
Too many times we are not cogent
Not in thought, not in mind
Often we may say things
But oh so maligned
My faith has been tested
My eyes have received confirmation
My soul is not for sale
My truth is my salvation
I take on my obstacles
I take them as they come
I learn from my mistakes
I modify my thinking to correctly plumb
Why do I fail?
Why is the question to ask
Why do I repeat?
Why is put to task
Clarify what is rubbish
Clarify the path I am on
Clarify what is good
Clarify what is wrong
Verify what is working
Simplify erroneous measures
Verify what is most important
Rectify misleading pleasures
A function of forgetting
Thinking we’ve lost something we already possess
We restrict our limitations
We limit what we profess
The scarecrow, the lion, the Tin man of Oz
Each had challenges but came to understand
What is and what is not possible
Within the grasp of their hand
WikiPsalm #Thirty Three
I couldn’t help but notice your beautiful hands
Your soft touch is expressive
What a loved one appreciates
What a loved one understands
Our skin may not be perfect
Sometimes we show a wrinkle or two
But when you touch me with your hands
I’m one step closer getting to know you
Today you touched me
Not only with hand
But with a tender spirit
And for this I will stand