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What is Real?

The wind screams in delight
it groans in desperate pleas
and then I stood and said,
“you’re not real. Only I exist.”
The tornado intimidates with a twist
the hurricane stares you down with an eye
the tsunami swells in orchestral disaster
but I cannot control or choose to believe
where it comes from
where it goes to
or when it is born
or when it dies
Life has an Alpha and Omega
nothing is known, until I think it.

Gravity puts us in our place
it restricts when revived from sleep
and then I stood and said,
“you’re not real. Only I have weight.”
The sparrow soars to sing
the kite will dance in the atmosphere
Icarus’ wings melted in the sun, not fear
but I cannot acknowledge or choose to admit
that something above
keeps someone below
how enlightened in stature
or how enslaving in persecution
life is full of checks and balances
nothing is felt until I feel it.

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About R. Ward

A husband, father, teacher, and struggling man of God.

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