Transition

Be not so quick to relegate
A tired existence to the ledge
Off onto the mind’s very edge
Where darkness and madness meld
To a new form of insanity.
What is it you seek out there?
Reason? Solace? Rationale?
Justifiable cause, for the thin sliver
Of your minor existence, in a crowd
Of seven billion jostling souls?
You who are plugged into the Matrix,
Retract your mind,
You alone are powerful.
Better to seek your freedom, than to
Focus your energies on discovering
Your lonely self to be utterly dependent
On the custom of the indifferent
For the self-validation of a reality
That should be your own, but isn’t
Because you never even knew
When you gave it away.
That lack of control is your own fault.
Your cross to bear, for all the times
You – hurt, torn, beaten, cursed – suffered,
Under the yolk of those who you empowered
To be the masters of your happiness.
Nothing, you say?
You granted that wish long ago
When you gave yourself into
Slavery; trudging after that elusive sense
Of self-worth, that follows you
If you would but turn around to see it.
Instead, choose to be something
Independent of the lives around you
Certain of your own destiny
Creator of your own fate.
And then maybe you will see
The worth of people around you change
To reflect your own transition
Into a being higher than they
Cloaked in humility
Lighter than darkness.

 

© Ruth P. – 2016

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