Forgive me.
I don't know who's who.
Who's right, who's wrong?
They all believe their mission.
But who's right and who's wrong?
We all have our suspicions.
So I lay here in the night, my thoughts, like my eggs, all buttery scrambled...
Who could be a master chef - bring it all together...
A recipe with unity, where the children enter...
There must be a door? There must be a clue!
But all I hear is I am the One.
What should I do?
Would one claim to be One? to bring down number two?
Is number two the One that came for me and you?
It's all so confusing, like a servant I am blind...
Forgive me please, if I take my ease, from the voices in the byway..
See like you, I have my proof, the proof the world can't see.
So whoever you are (my bright shining star), to me you bring relief, from trouble and stress (but my life looks a mess!), for you I am a fool.
Let them all have their say - there's only one way, and not many walk in it...
But those that do, and get the clues, are lifted as they stumble
In a world choked with weeds
His own precious seed
Is nurtured in the hearts of the humble
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
I like the doubt shown in the beginning of this poem it reveals open mindedness. A good write
Fascinating and thought-provoking with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Valiantstar, this really moved me. The wrestling, the questions, the prayer woven through…it all feels so raw and searching. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
For the most part you captured a thought process I both recognize and am very familiar with.
Your conclusion? Sorry we will differ there, but that doesn't detract from the rest. Thanks.
this one is so profound, and so true - bears thinking about indeed....
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