Being
Jacob
Contrition
while an admission is rescue from perdition
A bargain
done, with self that was undone
For none
start out intending to be the desolate one
So you
reach the point of being Jacob, wrestling with destiny’s ton
Time to
turn and shift towards your crying out identity
Are we
stronger for this tussle which shakes and rustles?
Once
again that human search for guarantee
But in
reality I know there’s nothing that smiles like uncertainty
It taunts
from its perch of self-righteous sanctity
So what
is strength discovered along this pathway of thorns?
The
ability to endure and live without any rewarding horns?
As I
write this I endure the poet’s world of falling
Qualms,
apprehension all signaling damnation calling
Emotions
flow back and forth clashing with angel and devil
What’s
the point at times like this, nihilism’s evil
To
satisfy who you are and live not being slammed by shame on life’s anvil
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