Deadstone

Deadstone 2/14/2014

Let me bleed 

But let me live

Without having to explain

What everyone should know.

It doesn’t make me special

That I am wounded

And I am lost

Because I am not the first

And I am not the last.

Others have given more

And walk among the dead

Starved, tortured, and murdered

Long before, I was born.

So they can set me apart

And call me what they want

A one dimensional paper person

That they never knew at all.

They can call me

An addict and a user

A drunk and a fool

But who am I to argue?

With the blind and the deluded.

They have never questioned

And never ventured outside themselves

Long enough to contemplate

All the evil

That they do. 

They have never experienced

A long dark night of the soul

As they plot and fight over the scraps

Dangled in front of their face.

Incapable of understanding

Why some don’t lunge for the carrot

So they judge and disparage

As unmotivated and dumb.

Lies are nothing

If it gets them what they want

And promises can always be broken

Whenever an advantage is found.

But this life is mine

And this life is yours

To live, love and savor

Every detail, nuance,

And flavor.

Give me the truth

And give me freedom

With liberty enough 

To imagine, create, and enjoy.

It might come easy

Or it might come hard

But either way

Without risk

It is not living at all. 

If you live

You will make mistakes

But its better to fail

Than it is to be protected,

Stunted, and wasted.

And empty. 

Once you have lived

There is little left to fear

As the shadows recede

And the monsters

Disappear. 

Let others cower

At let them run

Afraid of the risk

And afraid of the truth.

Reality is better

Even if it hurts

Because what hope

Do can anyone have

If we live in a bubble 

And worship a lie.