Most of the time….

It is too effortless to accept,
When sun shines upon me,
Accolades, and assume they are richly deserved. 
The sole proprietor, only myself.
Oh, so important.
Oh, so honored, the only one crowned but
(I live in darkness most, of the time.)

How I walk tells my story,
Shows true self, not in words, but in action.
Should I devour praise
In one big gulp,
So none is left behind? Hoarding so others 
Cannot warm their hands, see their path?
(But I live where I only see darkness, most of the time.)

Longing for sun I must remember 
Her light is for all.
She shines upon us as one.
My burdens not greater,
Honors no more important than another.
Oh, the freedom of releasing ego, letting go,
(So I can live freely in darkness and under sun.)

Leaving behind selfdom,
Insisting on stillness to allow the
Withering of greed and fear and anger,
I can finally
Be
There freely and
(I don’t need to live in darkness, most of the time.)

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Author’s Note:

Day Five of Na/GloPoWriMo gave us s form. “This prompt challenges you to find a poem, and then write a new poem that has the shape of the original, and in which every line starts with the first letter of the corresponding line in the original poem.” There were more ways to fit the shape, but I didn’t use those.

I also used one of the suggested poems: I Knew a Woman by Theodore Roethke.

Painting by Lex Leonard. Sitting With Moon. Acrylic on watercolor paper. 18″X24″