I am bound and weighted and powerless to stir
Why in such imminence to the spirit;
do I appreciate yet abhor so much of what it is that makes me human;
Why in such closeness to love and peace;
do I learn to know myself and suffer veracity;
Why do I hide the truth of my soul in protection of others,
why do I feel such feelings unsolicited and unreciprocated;
Why do I know truth when denial crafts such beautiful veils
Why does my physical being ache so in denying my heart;
Is it blessed to endure the torment and cruelty of such human failings?
Solutions are intangible to me as I am;
But so I live;
It is not allowed for me
Such wonder is not my reward.
The desires and needs of my mind body and soul are not permitted;
Am I destined to be without as lessons of my frailty failings and imperfections are reminded to me each moment of each breath I inhale.
And yet I hope