Unbowed and unapologetic
combined effort of unequally equal thought-value
Centuries have passed, wielding truths out-dating reality itself
forming unions, alliances of neighboring communities.
Coming together as one unit, growing, preserving deeper truths
not yet understood by outer islands boundary invisible lines drawn in the sand.
Welcomed guest, invited to inner circles yielding mysterious
magic of ancient followers and guided lords and ladies.
Glitch, misguided steps, presence of youth ego screaming
desires of being heard by the masses.
Wise beyond their years unapologetic whilst clocking time,
time and energy fueled a purposeful, purposeful life.
Not good enough for a young one, stomping in tantrum-like efforts,
accusing condescending behavior by a certain few.
No longer understanding the meaning of such words,
proceeding, observing welcomed guest as shadow unfolds.
Time will tell as the tale unfolds, unbowed, unflinching,
universal eye attending to greater knowledge.
All along, conflicted youth evil-eye staring attuned with self-inflicting pride positive returns are yet discovering great mysteries resounding authenticity.
Carry on wayward son; tides will turn, fork in the road yet to present,
time for choice, unbowed and unapologetic.
This was a combined prompted effort of sorts, hoping it makes the grade. Inspired by a 30-day poetry challenge and a prompt from Wednesday morning prompt. Stretching the rules, fusing realities and combining stories of youth and those with years of wisdom under their belts.
Both stubbornly unapologetic to the other, for reasons conflicting in their own. Youth digging heals in crying out for attention, yearning to make his mark, while the others reflect back to when they were young and wanting to be heard. Sympathetic they are, observing the youth throwing themselves upon the floor in raging tantrums of unwavering efforts to be heard.
Neither party right or wrong, merely forgotten truths of collaboration and partnerships on all levels of the playing field. Time will tell for sure, as the observer sits back observing the observer, observing the self, collective whole, to be determined.
Smoke em if you got them, drink life’s misery away, or peacefully sit in observation, allowing all parties to return back to whence they came.
Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and more importantly the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.