On a planet under my protest,
Fabricated against my own will.
Without a shaman and no life vest,
I’m still stuck here climbing the same hill.
Was never told I’m not owed peace,
I assumed that baseline was given.
Never even signed on to life’s lease,
Thought my obligation was ridden.
And despite my fight against life’s pain,
Where my ego battles it’s mortality,
Accepting circumstances is my aim,
Or I remain against reality.
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Author:
FallingAwake2 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For anyone who's felt the sentiment "I never asked to be born."
- Category: Reflection
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Lo, they shall all wax old as a garment, the moth shall eat them up.
I'll pay that one; extend it to "I never asked to be born who I am" and you have a guiding principle which should not only relate to me but underlie my judgement of others - did they ask to be born the way they are?
now that I read your other comment I take this one back
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