A Power pulls
From know sources,
Holding my nurturing
For years and years.
It now reveals a
Unseen by youth,
And held by fears.
The past and present
Bind the Listener
With struggling tears,
Or their angry absence.
Through smugded lenses
Must bend beneath Honesty
Bowing to humanity's weakness.
Yet what of the second force,
Perchance it is no longer valid,
Lowered to a stranger's rank
Can it yet retain its power.
'Twould seem so as eyes look up
Glory's shroud not as dim
As thought when visions and paths parted,
Blown by the forces own strong wind.
So now two forces recognized
Juxtaposed in the young mind,
Working for an ear to hear,
Rising dins of hope or fear.
For how else would humanity work,
But through a blinded being's tools
Hope, to dream, fantasize,
Fear, to restrain, grasp, hold.
And so the youngling understands,
But cannot be left standing straight,
As forces strive to blow away
The other with their heightened strength.
But to sway, naivety contemplates,
Would surely picture weak, young,
Then how to find these mortal winds
The kneaded rising dough decided,
To open up the narrow way,
Stepping forward strong and right,
A new path is the chosen gate.
Remembering fueding forces,
Finding a new side to choose,
Facing a different life ahead,
A different adventure, bright and true.
If a favorite you haven't got.