How Did We Get To Now?

The starting point of every amble now
and how we got here is ignored. We bow
as victims of vicissitudes of life
and struggle forward trampled by our strife

tender as our doormat ways persist in
pummeling self-created dissonance.
What if the premises that we’ve been taught
disintegrate in the light, reveal naught

but obfuscations, manipulations
crushing creativity sedation
by hypnotic narration? Embrace change
new eyes question reflections so deranged.

Inspired by tender, eyes, doormat, trample, vicissitude and written in the Stream of Consciousness Saturday for amble.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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