The Voice in a Dream

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Are we expressionists just blessed, poetic acolytes

Simple reflections of old narrators

Thrown centuries ago from one of the many grey walls of the mythical Towers of Babel

But now just constantly reborn before each Great Fall

At the peak of every new society

Simply here to tell many new and old stories in a universal poetic archaic language

One where we all stand shoulder to shoulder

Willing and able

Completely endowed with a greater freedom to stand beyond the dark Gates of Sodom and Gomorrah 

Now called Social Media

Where the new masses gather like lost hypnotised Starling flocks and appear so servient and obedient

Birthed to eventually grow to report about the emotional depravities

Linked to surviving within every new kingdom

For inside all these ensuing exotic landscapes beginning from the very first one 

A silent profound truth still lives at the very centre of each and every core and must always be subjectively explored

Heartbreak in all forms must be willingly or unwillingly endured for every soul  to seek a means to mature

This is the sacred unspoken truth

For there is scarcely any journey a human being can pursue

That does not usher in heartbreak which sometimes seems it can't be undone as it takes its grand tour

Grief  

Lost love  

Mental and physical abuse  

And so many more

The strength to rise after the fall

The belief to stand tall

The power to burn your candle even brighter to lead yourself or others

Out of the stillness and seemingly perpetuity of darkness

To find yourself again

That's how you can conquer all the many difficult strands link to just living 

For embracing its cold touch 

You'll start to treasure all those moments of happiness and purge all those sad ones

By understanding it all starts with the courage that comes from just forgiving 

Copyright John Duffy