Poem -
A DIVIDED SOUL
My heart, my conscience, my mind
To each other they are so unkind
Pulling and tugging against themselves
Creating a divided soul
A constant struggle for control
One longed to be with you
Wanting, yearning, obsessed
With the things you do
The other, has another reality
A halter skelter approach
Baited with skepticism, trust issues
And insecurities
The third takes the middle ground
A thin line between the divide
Acting like an umpire in a game
Tied in overtime
Thus, the calamity
Of my religious convictions
An inner struggle for control
To my ascension or condemnation.
Wilford Barker.
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I read it a few times Wilford and it really hits home time after time for if truly honest in one's heart ,we all struggle to dispel our ego/superego and aim to do the right thing.
Never to lose sight of a person's self esteem or amour propre.
Sometimes we win, other times not so lucky from a moral perspective and when a moment of solace and soul searching arises we feel anxious and annoyed at ourselves, wishing, forever wishing, to go back and make things right at that past juncture in time.
But it never happens for that's life and we'll always carry an angel and demon on both shoulders all part of being human,
For to err is human and so is redemption to try and morally make amends.
Great poem and one with plenty of intelligent food for thought for one's burdens and turmoil's which we all have to carry and brook through life.
Well said Shaun.
you broke it down in tiny bites that anyone
reading your comments will gain a little more understanding of the struggles between darkness and light.. good and evil in one's heart.
Thank you for taking the time my friend.
Keep looking up.