Gala of Wisdom

Imperfections  
splayed  
within the sorrows  
that confine  
the souls  
in ponderance  
I sip on the loneliness  
that continues  
through  
my legacy  
 
Swept  
into  
unintentional  
anguish  
Bleeding the toxins  
of  
self-doubt  
We inflict  
personal punishments  
that are  
profoundly misunderstood  
 
A subtle scarring  
of  
the soul  
 
Justification and despair  
performing  
without  
valuation  
as
the shadow of the stone  
is darkened  
by  
circumstance  
 
In time,  
will my healing be inhibited    
by the sadness  
simmering in my mind?  
So much so,  
that I am unable  
to polish my oath  
of  
self-forgiveness?  
 
When the sun shines  
far  
to  
the  
east,  
my perception  
becomes  
impenetrable  
 
As my spirit sunders  
amidst the vices  
that impair  
my concentration,  
I consider the warnings  
that  
peril may be slavish  
to the psyche  
in this  
unwitting prostration  
 
Hindered,  
yet determined  
I will prevail  
when the windows  
come into view  
and  
the  
winds  
fall  
unattended  
 
As a token  
to  
my journey,  
I will allow my intentions  
to filter through  
the otherness  
of  
lore,  
sealing them  
within  
the gala of wisdom,  
unharmed  
by  
the  
tangling  
of  
woe  
that once haunted  
my  
understandings