Sanctioned Walls

Too long we inhabit worlds too small.
Voices long silenced by familiar companions
disharmony and disillusionment.
One learns to yield direction to those deemed more worthy to lead…
disappointment channelled into streams of shame and guilt
as expectation and destination clash.
We are blind to the wellspring of our own suffering
as dissonance erodes confidence and shatters dreams.
 
Too long we sit in self-constructed prisons.
Afraid to touch the world beyond our sanctioned walls.
A small existence affords the illusion of safety
but to live here one must forever honour oaths
to minimize and underestimate.
We surround ourselves with mirrors
that distort truth and reflect insanity.
 
Too long we believe all that we are told.
Dialogues infused with smallness – insignificance and invisibility.
Lies become prophesy – accepted as fact.
We unquestionably sleepwalk our scripted destiny
re-enacting old scenarios to mollify discomfort.
 
Too long we quell desire.
Longing shrouded with attitude and indifference
to buffer reality and bolster ego.
‘Tis not the grand scheme that is corrupt
but the imprint it has burned upon our worthiness.
 
Too long we have – to be dead..
and only a small window in which to live.

~dhar booth~

Who Are You?

 Truth lies in knowing who we are in this moment.
Observing ourselves
in real time.
 Not from the pages of a high school yearbook.
Holding fast onto a glory day
and still riding the wave
is invalid.
Tainting all conversation with a hint of deception,
you present a version of yourself
your own psyche does not know.
 Look in the mirror!
 The lies and deception are evident.
 How can I know someone
who does not even see themselves?
 It is not truth.
Only in truth can we find forgiveness.
 Who are you in this moment?
How can you bring me to my knees?
 Humble me.
 Show me colours so bright they hurt my eyes
and then shall we dance.
~dhar booth~