Why Was I Born?

Only to mourn?

In shame and loneliness as a child.

My inner self; caged and stifled.

 

So perverse their lust.

To betray the fragile trust,

of one so young-

left tightly strung.

 

To struggle in this spider's web;

in the dark and barren was I kept.

Only to lose my youth and strength.

Nightmare, asleep and awake at length.

 

An empty shell of the vital being,

I once was - now bound and bleeding.

 

Why was I born?

Thoughts ever more...

 

In turmoil to justify my right to be?

Fighting within for peace and dignity.

Juggling Father Time and Mother Clock.

To have opportunity finally knock...

 

Only to walk away.

Then and today.

 

Giving all for the sake of what?

(No, I will not shut up)

For through this violent storm;

I need to know why I was born!

 

Why am I alive - but not?

Every day a battle fought,

between my Spirit - my Soul.

I really do need to know.

 

Please!

Just tell me -

 

Must I go on another day?

Finding nothing more to say.

Will I ever know,

Above and Below?

 

Amidst this scorn,

why I was born.

 

What is there left to believe in?

What prize does this life really win?

What has faith done but dessert its worth?

In my short time upon this earth.

 

What joy is left to those who wander?

Knowledge abused and love to squander.

Where is home and...

The slight of hand?

 

As it should,

Be but good?

Not here--

it is mere...

 

Sorrow as desolate and afraid,

the madness of dues are paid.

The wisdom comforts me NOT!

Tranquility gone I had sought.

 

Why was I born?

My inner child torn.

 

This isolation so profound;

For No sound-

 

Can I hear.

No sight is clear.

All is but a bleary mirror,

from time tarnished with tears.

 

What once was an open door -

Is now a safe of steel to bore.

Hiding the worn and-

Broken within its land.

 

What once was beautiful and true;

no longer surrounds you.

 

Now all is atrocious -a lie!

The monster to defy,

the demon.

Alone a'scream'n,

 

that can never be heard alive.

What is it that they so contrived?

Why is this so?

Where is the soaring spirit I used to know?

 

The questioning, trusting child;

with joyful disposition friendly and mild?

 

What happened to that fierce wholesome soul?

That tried so hard - Where did I go?

 

Oh PLEASE!

Just tell me--

 

Why was I Born?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Aug 2007, Maylynn Hughes