We tend to land wherever we are hurled.
I lost the will to count on the unseen
when I became a man and met the world.
To tell the truth, it left me caught between
maturity and blind and childlike faith
I lost the will to count on the unseen.
Beliefs and conscience haunted like a wraith.
I struggled with identity and trust,
maturity, and blind and childlike faith.
Alas, in time, we all learn what we must,
and give ourselves no small amount of grief.
I struggled with identity and trust.
Was it for self or kin I claimed belief?
We tend to ask ourselves what we can't know,
and give ourselves no small amount of grief.
Maturity, it seems, just comes on slow-
we tend to ask ourselves what we can't know.
We tend to land wherever we are hurled.
When I became a man and met the world.
Terzanelle, a repost of my first attempt in the style.
