TO THE LOST SOULS
I came
in the late morning
of my life
seeking love
I searched
every face
for that rare elixir
of true recognition
Who can see
my mad tearing dance,
this savage unleashing
in my breast?
No one.
No one.
This has become my despair
a bitter revelation
I sought then
the middle way
to slip unnoticed
into the march
of the grand promenade
but I failed
to calculate
for my wildness
I am
the body of a man
with the heart
of a creature
I scarcely know
a baboon in heat
a wolf on the hunt
an eagle in flight
I am untamable
This has become my undoing
my true anointing
I tried
to bend the knee
to conformity
but I found
there is no belonging
in it
I belong to the wildness
the unbridled way
my back unbent
by the weight of masks
my heart out of hiding
vulnerable, tender
exposed to the sun
To the lost souls
like me
who are still
pretending
here is what I say:
There is no cost
greater
than in choosing
to be yourself
Except
choosing not to be
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