Midlife Crisis

Midlife Crisis

When strength

Endurance

Virility

Have all passed away

There is only the breathing left

The walking

Slowly, gingerly

Painfully

When everything the world tells you

Of what a man is,

Is gone

Then what is left?

What is left?

And if I listen to that world

The one that tells me what I am and who I am

Without regard to the spirit within me

Then I am doomed to perdition

To anger

To shame

I hate that land

I will not walk upon it

Who knows who I am besides the one within me?
Who else tells me who I am besides the one, true voice?
There is my choice

To dwell in peaceful acceptance that though my shell be just a shell

My being is grand and eternal light

This, my friends, is how we walk through the night

This is how we thrive 

In the crisis

4/9/23 kdc

Happy Easter

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