Song of Myself, part 5 by Richard VinceMy blessings come so often in disguise
That I fail to see most of them.
My life seems a half life, a cursed life,
Riven by the bittersweet tang
Of forbidden fruit.
For so many years I have hidden
From everyone while trying
In vain to hide from myself;
While dedicating myself to a life
I thought I wanted.
Now, other lights are brighter,
And I wonder whether I have been
Looking the wrong way all this time,
Or whether I was being saved.
Home is where the heart is,
But I can find neither.
On what foundations can I rebuild?
03/08/2016 Author's Note: Title borrowed from, but content only very loosely inspired by, Walt Whitman. (Mine has far fewer parts than his.)
Posted on 04/27/2016 Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
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