Freewill

Poem Body

There’s a place called home
That I’ve never known
Because I’ve never lived inside myself
I hold all the blame for this
I wear it like so many trinkets and medals
As if like Odysseus,
I’m some wayward hero
Fated by forces malevolent
Victimized by my own cruel perception
Starved for the love I can’t hold for myself
What alignment of stars
Or deified wrath
Could make such circumstance?
It occurs to me
I have been depressed by the gravity
Of my own crippling freewill

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: U.S.A., USA

Favorite Poets: Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Walt Whitman. I’m enamored by the work of lyricists such as Robert Hunter, John Barlow, John Dyer Baizley, and Tom Marshall just to name a handful.

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Comments

Freewill

Hello, Tim,
I'm not exactly certain why, but this reminds me of the Zen saying: "Man stands in his own shadow and wonders why it is dark." I know there is so much more to this. A very deep and introspective poem.
L

Amen brother...

Yes, I think that we all have the bit about fate, circumstances and divine intervention. I think we mostly are running blindly, trying to figure out where to go. Maybe if mind and heart got together once in a while, our lives would be easier to manage.
I'm sure that I would have made different decisions, if my head hadn't been counseled by my heart. Nicely done! You have written a good reflective piece that will have many up this night, wondering. ~ Geez.
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