Misery, Reality Options

[Arnfinn]

Misery

Here I stand,
bereft of energy.

Weary body bathed in pale light,
scarred fingers, clawing, undergrowth,
hooked thorns suckle strained sinews—
open old wounds— drain forsaken history.

A pause,
Weapon— raised.

Below the hilt— the blunt blade of conflict;
in front—old growth, nefarious impediments.
Swift blows repelled by the girth of time;
past sins find no absolution in post regret.

Each sword stroke—
No echo….

The tide of destiny reveals a stark burial,
broken bones— a skeleton interred in shame.
My conscious crusade, atonement, a failure
‘Enough—I must return to the sunlight.’


John Macleod

[Arnfinn]

G'day Sylv;

Past sins have no atonement.

Neither a belief in God or soothing words can eradicate history.

If we are not forgiven the revenge of our victims will last forever.

Our mind is in torment from undisclosed secrets, no matter how much we fight to right a wrong, each though opens wounds of truth with no redemption.

Our aim is not contrition--but a fear of discovery.

Time to change, put the past behind us, an with a show of strength reach the sunlight, with the intention working with and helping others.

Regards,

John