We can never become what we truly wish to become
Standing alone on our own islands
Alone
Devised and created by ourselves, or so our ego thinks
Bemused and fooled we simply fall
Into this enticingly torrid trap
Thinking we need to hold the fortress of our lives
Alone
Like shoulders leaning into and against the doors of our bastions
Ready to take on the world
Waiting for life’s cannon to hurl its iron ball
Into our very hearts
And within the confines of our reality
Our bastions and monuments
Are sheathed in our own blood, sweat and tears
Our own heartache sears to the very depths of our soul
exploding into a thousand shards of pain, hurt, anger and FEAR
yet the answer is simple, is it not?
the only complication is to put into action what we truly know
but which we have denied ourselves of, from the beginning of time
the answer my dear friends is to trust in you
to trust in your God, the Universe, the Great I am, your Higher Source
And allow you to lean back into the arms of that spiritual cocoon
Which nurtures, guides, protects and comforts
Supports, loves, understands and holds
Unless man’s spirit has died within the womb of hope
No man is an island, Man cannot stand alone
Esther Austin All Rights Reserved 13th July 2009
