The Lone Ranger
There is always an invisible bit on me,With an imaginary rider (perhaps my soul),
Who tightly pulls at the reins-?
Bringing me to a complete standstill.
And without explaining the sudden halt,
He leaves me alone and disappears for a while
Only to return when I have settled down peacefully.....
In his absence I find things I have yearned for,
I enter into open arms and accept to be loved.
But just when I am about to let down my defenses he returns!
Ruthlessly, tightly nonchalantly he pulls the reins:
The bit goes tight, I let out a scream. Everything stops....
And I am back at the drawing board again.
So tell me my silent rider,
Why you immensely enjoy my battered soul to mock
Why you give me all the reasons to stop what I start
To give up without a fight for what I have worked for all my life
Not to spare my time for something I love wholeheartedly-
To reach the pinnacle yet make me feel emptier?
And now I am back at the cross roads:
The one you always bring me to before abandoning me.
I am again wondering why when I have all I want,
I find all the wrong reasons to give it up....
Maybe that is not what I want.
But this time, rider, I am afraid:
Whatever I am going to give up I know
Will never come my way again.
If at least the answers you do not have,
Then free me I beg you from this invisible cage.
I have been faithful for long,
Often at my own expense.
So do this for me: Undo my reins,
And remove gently this bit that controls me,
And just let me be.....to make my own mistakes,
And learn from my own willful experiences.
And most importantly, keep what is rightfully mine,
Without creating all the wrong reasons to give it up.
Poetry by she
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Written on 2006-09-05 at 07:35
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