A Recollection

As always, the importance of recollection and reflection comes back to me while I shape my journey ever onward. Some days I see purpose in my existence yet on others, not so much. Who are we to say that our presence in this wonderful enigma is for any reason at all, anyway?

Damned
This fate that has befallen me.
Damned,
To be exactly who I am,
This moment.
Convicted
By morals I never chose
And rose from childhood like a dream.
Lost
Like a ship run free from anchor
I have no place to be,
Tossed
Like trash
And turned my back from prayers
Me!
Nobody!
Who the hell is Alex?
Why.
Why should I desire to carry the flame?
Identity
I never figured it would matter,
Lines blur and feelings shatter
Broken.
The window pane of glass into my soul
Lets in all the rain
Frozen.
Solid! Like lake Michigan winters of
waves trapped in action, angry and complacent.
Torrent.
Flurried like undercurrents tearing sand
By the grain, eroding slowly
To nowhere at all.

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