Long In The Chains Of Patience

Desperate down times, ringing in the rains, of ancient change,

Lately we’ve been, too distracted, to remember, our own names,

Gainly are all, role reversals, when roles are all, worse off today,

Yet painful are all, those second guesses, of a self-inflicted fate …

Whether we were, out of sorts, or we were just, sorting it out,

In order for us, to burn the bridges, of doubt, must ride it out,

Must reign it in, when the temptation begins, to give into now,

Just when the feelings fade, come the tides, of renewal again …

Ever westward were we, destined to sling, our arrows and aims,

Severed from the path, of patterns unbreakable, we would regain,

Replacing those worn out, worries about tomorrow, with new hope,

Lower than the clouds fly, we would stand tall, with what we know …

The answer is this, with which we have held, all along, that old song,

Key to karma, path to all pardon, ladder to the sun above, below stars,

Harkening, in the universe, there must always be a shine, in the shroud,

A spark in the clouds, of lightning finally come, crashing all around …

Lifting us up so long, in the chains of patience, have we waited for rain …

How long in the shackles of shame, that we could not remake, yesterday …

So far into foreign terrain, that we were ranging lost ,any direction we made …

So torn apart, from the pages that we played before, we were never the same …

So long in the chains of patience, we would rise again, before the final days …

So tough, so stoic ,so unrestrained, in the poem, to be more potent, than plain …

So long in the chains of patience, so strong in confidence, solong unrelenting …

So long to those helpless places, we could not summon the faces of fortune …

So long in the chains of patience, we were born more stubborn than fearless …

Yet in the tears of distress, we rested our reckless bets, long enough just to test …

What it would take, by playing the long game, to arrive at a light, on the lake …

To finally find, a signal in the fog, of what we once knew, existed all along …

So long in the chains of patience, were were most dangerous, when we stalled …

We were more emancipated, of all misgivings, when were living, by the minutes …

We were more entitled, to outlasting our own expectations, when were measured …

Whenever we leveraged earnest reservation against urgency, making good in turn …

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