A Shelter I Can't Provide - Said Differently

There’s a multitude of ways to deliver a message. Some routes are helpful for some, while not so much for others. We naturally tend to read and interpret things differently, from person to person, projecting ourselves onto the page. It’s why we can take in the same content and walk away with two very contrasting views on the meaning of a given work. And for the sake of helping others find the truths of the former post (or maybe adding a bit to its complexity), it can be worthwhile to say it differently.

Despair settles within our bones

Our precious time rusts away

All that I cherish deteriorates

Everything I have left to hold

Will come to a close

We labor endlessly

Only to raise tattered hands

We could rupture every levee

And still, it would never be enough

For every one we mend

We sever a hundred

For every good we build

We tear down another thousand

We lift our praise

To cover each other’s eyes

How deceiving we can be

When we neglect the accruing cost

But for you, my son

I will not turn your gaze

Ignorance will not pave your way

When I leave you

I will walk into dusk

Learn from these fractured steps

Listen carefully and heed these words I speak

A Wisdom that was not of me