I tried to fly, for fear of failure, from earth’s farthest falling
I cried, coughed, courageously coming,
comfortably close yet never curing
that corrosive cancer costing my keeping
of believing, belonging, beholding
Her.
The self-brainwashing was broken
by the transparent Truth,
trivial, though traumatic, transcending their transgressions
of betrayal? (Or denial)
My own trespass transpired.
My affections lied in her perfection,
my passion for that personality and my perception
of prestige and popularity. My presumption:
Perhaps she would pity the pauper (me),
and relent her promise to Him. My pride
(and pure ignorance) prompted my pursuit of this purpose.
Per aspera ad astra, so I persevered...
Now the prolonged pain, on one’s perilous path to live
Seeking pardons -- for I’m a pacifist -- and to offer Olives
Is there still hope?
I’d say “Nope.”
But towards the distant dance I began to trudge,
forever forgetting that grievous grudge.
The tragic budding behind me burns,
while the wheel of Destiny again turns.
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