It feels like winter out today.
The season’s confusion is on delay.
I’ve laid waste to bemoaning how I think things should be
And grab hold to what is.
Who I am
Was
and yet to be.
Are in transition.
Beautiful.
Only beauty is beheld
In my transformation.
As I break binds.
Chain links loosed
And felled.
Wings expanse majestic and strong.
Free.
Flying.
Free.
-S.T.
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Let love
Like water
Flow.
Peace
Like flowers
Grow.
Hope
Like springs
Renew.
And life
Well-lived
Be full.
Things taken granted:
Limbs that work.
Jobs.
Callings.
Loved ones.
Families.
Spouses.
Talents.
Friends.
Intelligence.
Opportunities.
Functioning organs.
Breathing.
Life.
God.
It was unintentionally started
By misinformation.
Then passed on
And ever more contorted
To fit the storytellers’ imagination.
And finally its conclusion
Culminated with the defamation
Of character, lifestyle,
And the distorted opinions
Of former friends.
The subject of the rumor
Learns a valuable lesson.
to distrust others.
To protect oneself.
And to ever be guarded.
For people will have opinions
And twist truths to fit such opinions
As they will.
People will say what they want.
The subject be damned the consequences.
The subject must learn to be secure
In who she is
And what she is about
And never mind what people say.
I wonder about you.
If you see colors the way I do?
I wonder how things taste to you?
You experience the world very different
From the way I do.
I see colors in rays of light.
You refuse to look in the light’s direction.
The start of a new day is unwelcome to you
Instead of filled with possibilities as it is for me.
I tend to flow with life’s ups and downs.
Whilst you view life as your permanent adversary.
I know you used to
See love and life the way I do.
And I pray that that view returns to you.
Suppose it true.
You lived only for you.
All toil gathered
And nothing enjoyed.
Leads to resentment
Of life
Of work.
For the fortunes
You accumulate
Must be left for another
To do with it
What you didn’t.
To enjoy the fruits
Of your labor.
Suppose such a man
Amassed things to himself
And leaves behind
No wife. No son. No brother even
A lonely life such a man passes.
And dust is his end.
Futility.
All is vanity.
My how I’ve grown. All my fingers and toes have extended as I’ve lengthened. But for all the height I’ve gained, all I’ve mentally added was strain. Innocence and naivety traded for knowledge, judgment, and accountability.
Oh how I’d craved this as a youth…to be older. I didn’t know I’d grow colder. I had no idea that the world had an effect on my joy and happiness. And each year as I added another candle to my cake I’d revel and quake at the joyous prospect of my fate as an adult.
With the age comes knowledge and wisdom. With it a love of my own, one chosen and not by happenstance. And a life lived with clear direction and not one of free-floating random chance. What I wanted then is not what I want now. Me. Oh my have I grown.
Stace The Stoic 