WE ARE WHAT WE HAVE LEARNED TO UNLEARN

THE NECESSARY JOURNEY
In the places far and distant where men oft roam

to search out the lost that once existed. 

A journey back through space and time to rediscover

the abandoned places once known in the spirit and mind.

Growing up certainly destroys the innocence of the child born,

time knows no repentance. As we age we grow through

various stages of thought and learn how to be what we have become.

The journey is the back found truth of all destinations reached,

the thoughts of today prove what we are now.

Never are we the same as we were yet

finding the best of what we once had

needs to demur that we are faulty proof

in our corrupted positions concerning the truth

of our now needs. This is why we all

must return, revisit our past no matter the tiring cost

if we are to ever regain that which we set aside, put away, lost.

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I left my soul behind me somewhere on the road

to this stage of my life. I filled in, covered the hole deliberately

with every emotion ranging from indifference to rage,

leaving somewhere behind the knowledge the key 

to all things good , kind, practical is found in love's door

practiced in every way from the spiritual to the physical.

I have no regrets for the anger that sustained me

through some extreme perilous times unprepared for.

Life after all can be persistent war ever raging both within

and against the society trying to discard another frail ability.

Now though as I look at the necessary journey.

Searching out my past to find that dead part of me

hoping upon hope there is a resurrection I can see.

I understand this one thing above all else for me,

looking at the path is fruitless, if I am to again be find the best

a man can be. The journey must be walked down

through the mire, murk swamp of aging memory

if the me I once loved is ever to be regained, found,

before the day comes where what is left of me goes underground.

Better to leave behind thoughts of positive goodness;

than the sad truth of a life mostly lived in silent distress.

© M Durfee

11/9/15