Miriam Louisa - a fool’s prayer

 one bright new now
    you looked around at your life
    and you realized
    that with very few exceptions
    those who had shared time on your path
    for years (or just a blink)
    had failed to understand
    the choices you appeared to make
    and you felt the quiver of their
    condemnation in your heart

    it was never easy walking the Fool’s highway;
    sometimes you even fell by the wayside
    convinced that you were terminally confused
    as you glanced in the mirror of mainstream mediocrity
    with its demands for evenness, respectability,
    predictability

    often it was too hard to find words
    that would find a lucid landing-place
    in the minds of those you so dearly wished
    could understand your crazy irrationality,
    that would make it clear that you weren’t depressed
    or ill, or lost

    but that you were a soul driven by a contract with Truth
    (you had signed up, remember, when still too young
    to understand the consequences)
    that you were a thread of gossamer
    on the breath of Life

    emelle says:
    let me die to the dull respectability of the world
    with its need to turn me into a story
    let me forever be a Fool
    in the hands of the lawless Lover

this unlit light