contemplativeSeeking Control
Poem for Day 115 – 20150425
To understand oneself,
the switches and buttons,
tripwires and levers,
is a mixed blessing of knowing
in a world most mysterious.
See your reaction as internal,
a thousand million triggers,
combining in the moment now,
reaching out to an unready world
asking only for your sanity.
What to do when clouds of madness gather,
explosions felt by personal individual,
echoing in hallways self only travels,
the tripwire summons holy terrors,
the switch produces crushing sadness?
Those parts of self are so ugly,
some recourse must be made,
push them out to the outer world,
put the masks on persons other,
and blind yourself to the internal.
Numb the nerves, calm the chaos,
put the world in its place.
Chemicals are the needed salve,
but beware of the crushing hand,
reality exits where fantasy stands.
To depart becomes the fondest wish,
remove the self from the world,
exit stage left, or right, or any,
each is a path of self betrayal,
shortcut to a worldly desertion.
Know life is echoed to each other
mutually mirrored in similarity,
each experience unique in itself,
but life shared is enough,
to see yourself in other's actions.
Others are struggling, resisting fate,
not knowing that the phantoms
are creations of a mind run wild.
Seek the connection, unwanted at first,
to see a commonality of life perverse.
To understand oneself,
the good, bad, and ugly,
to see it in others, invariably unconscious,
is to have the mixed blessing of knowing
hope in the form of common action.
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