The Search

Yes. 

I did it.

If only to understand,

That pride comes before the fall,

And nothing less, meaningful,

Than my quest, 

To find questions, answerless.

And say, neigh scream, 

In the blind stillness of this primordial night,

That I have come, 

Afore all, and demanded,

My rights,

So that I can, as I did, stand,

At my pinnacle,

Unshackled, 

Unchained,

Free, of dread and dogma,

Cursed, yes, in orthodox minds,

Marring my divinity, 

Yet oblivious,

To all the visions of heaven and hell,

For he who stayed by me,

In the sanctum of my heart, denied, 

Judgement, 

Anointing it a scheme, 

To tame all that surged within,

Us all, us all!

Was I mislead? 

I know not.

Was I wronged?

I care less.

Because the fall, the fall, had been mine,

The same way, my pride and flight was,

Soaring, 

Through dream, desire, 

Baptized and redeemed,

With freedom and by duty,

Of mine to me,

Ah, 

The scarcity of words, 

Makes me pause, 

Makes me wonder,

If you, yes you, 

Can truly understand, me, 

Or just shrug and go on,

Passive and restless,

Under the same shelter,

From whence you have escaped,

In search, of … What?