Who I was
Who I could have been
Who I am
Questions that remain in balance
Acceptance that retains questions
Ideas that could have corrupted
In one direction I see wealth and power
And the benefits derived thereof
In another I see hatred, pain and rejection
A man who scorns the world
One who treats others as lesser
The path I chose was, is a risk
But it was one illuminated by love
In choosing it I abandoned much
Aspirations of greatness
Belief in my exceptionality
In exchange I gained little
Without monetary value
Love, acceptance, kindness
And yet if I could go back
I would do it again
Wade through the waves
Of depression, of loss
All to find you
To find me
YOU ARE READING
poetic mistakes
Poetryjust my musings Feel free to leave comments or whatever but don't expect me to do anything about it. This is just a place I put what I write
