My Truth...My Plea

This Is All I Know...





It's a lot like the road going nowhere

this path I;ve been walking.

Heart directs head directs feet that trudge

onward ever onward to...where?



I can't really understand why I am

not progressing at SOME pace.

One that would bring me closer to the

truth I have been seeking all my life.



I know so many and so many seem to

know me.  Yet I am lost to the

connection that most have with others

in their circle of closeness.



If you want to know the truth about it

I am really quite tired at this point

the constant trial and error and the

endless beginning and ending.



I can say from experience that the only

real constant, truly, is change.

It has been my only companion and single

most important truth everyday.



And once again I am here and alone with

nothing as a point of reference but

the sound of my own voice in the

form of the musings in my head.



It is said that no man is an island and

yet some of us trudge through this

life in an incessant journey to the

outer limits of the innter soul.



My rant?  No...No...I am just one soul

pondering the riddle of my own

descent into loneliness and lack the

internal vision to understand why.



I think all of us have felt that way at

one point or another along the way.

You know...that "Why am I HERE at THIS

point" with nothing to show for the trouble.



If you think hard about it, it is the

ultimate lover's lament.  No love is so sad

as unrequited love because there is NO love.



I am a man with a dimly lit soul living in a

brightly lit world ever on a path of it's own

expansion.  And while I once was in wonder of

that world, I see no place anymore save mine.



So it is here I walk to gain some sense of

that ME that is missing and has not been

heard from for some time because a heart broken

is a heart surrendered to its sadness.



Where is the light I once enjoyed in my house?

Where is the love that once was in so much

abundance wherever I went?  Why does my soul ache

so much now that my heart is always a drop away from torrent?



Can anyone reconstitute this broken spirit?

Can anyone uburden this heavy heart?

Can anyone return the light to dark eyes?



Can anyone hear and answer my plea?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

When there is time, we all need to purge our emotional baggage.  It cleanses the soul and spirit.  This is something that has been on my mind for a while and I needed to get it out. I guess it's true that clowns do shed tears.

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