Purpose

This is an incomplete poem. I start writing, then life distracts me and I forget the poem for months, even years. I come back a changed person and I see the poem in a whole new fashion.

Purpose

I am but a marriage, of my body, mind and soul.

When one takes a hit, the others take the toll.

Each has their own functions, their own needs.

I am what carries them, the weight impedes

My smooth course down the rope of life.

The walk is full of doubts, lows and strife.

Some go ways to hold me to my balance

Like a pillar, knock me to my sense.

Some I want by my side, but don't care,

Don't know me, and that's nothing but fair.

On the rope, seldom, I'm walking alone.

Seeking mistakes in my reminiscence to atone.

It's not just one line, but an overwhelming mesh

Of lost opportunities, and chances afresh.

The mesh of life, the puzzle of my existence

Drags my mind beyond the physical substance.

The mundane path which I know leads to salvation

Is muddled by kinks, convoluted imagination

Other perspectives fed me, leveraging my ignorance

Promising the easy way, leading to fabricated laurels

These laurels excite my body, so mind gives in

To the chance of my sustenance if we live in

This fantasy, the soul is quietened, numbed

By the flow of pleasure to which body succumbed.

So soul quietly leaves the hollow of my being,

Which the body and mind keeps me from seeing.

Over time, I'm empty, aimless, bothered.

The fire in me quelled, which once smothered.

Mind knows not the way ahead, body pummels

Our caravan into a quicksand of abysmal hell.

I'm but fighting to keep this marriage alive.

Reprimanding my mind not to be naive. 

Keeping in confidence, the body, a bad leader.

Restoring the path to salvation, but we need her,

The soul, the goddess of our abode of being.

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Author's Note

Thoughts, Opinions and Criticisms welcome