Hard!

We cast our eyes on things that cause us doubt
Things, situations, lives, that aren't ours
Maybe they never will be or maybe not yet
The discomfort is, we're the least certain of what we'll get
Does that stop our curiosity of a different story?
One that we want to own where to ours is contrary?
Human nature seems to breed dissatisfaction
In what we have, who we are, the attraction
Of what we hold in our hands, of the pebbles on our path
Unless we're just afraid of looking as though we're last
But what makes for first or better, better off than we are?
More things, a different love, friends, last name?
Do we even know the answer or are we just slaves to disdain?
Disdain in ourselves, in time, in our true value
That consistently we're prone to wanting new
Wanting that and this and ignoring our chest of treasure
So much so that we cast our eyes on us, never?
Where their only direction is outward and far from
Our own talents even, God-given and strong
Taken away or forgotten, by ill-focus, buried and stolen
From ourselves, by ourselves, by dreams so swollen
Wishes that never come true, places we never can reach
'Cause we just won't let now teach us what it was meant to teach
Stretching the length of our journeys from here to the next pillar
By trying to claim what we haven't yet earned
We should be still, if we remember how
We should find comfort in the belief that now won't always be now

Hard.

(c) 2016 Stacey Kell
2016 January 10




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