Looking back I see the residue of a life not lived
Looking over my shoulder a realization of days and nights empty engulfs me
The real meaning of life eluded me completely
Shadows, empty dreams and lies bellied me and I believed
Strength became a by-word, figment of my imagination
Non-existent was control, discipline, stability; these became my ability
Living to err, each day made ample provision
To repel, to keep away from my territory all ills was my sterility
Finally, tired, a resolution to resolve this critical conflict of life took hold of me
The time to change the tide that tried my life dawned
I returned and turned to look in the mirror to see me
My true reflection, Zoe reflection; Life returned
Perhaps all was meant to reveal my weakness
My hidden, well disguised inflated pride deflated to reveal my smallness, emptiness
So that in others I might appreciate weaknesses and understand perspectives
Irrespective of color, crime, creed, confession, to know we are all relatives
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