Surviving Ourselves

A prose-poetry exploration with the idea that in the realm of punishment, no one, no outside force, does the job we do to ourselves. And…maybe that’s a good thing.

Surviving Ourselves
       by Odin Roark

Blame game trollops
Cruise our insides
Willing to plant more guilt
Defying accountability
To take a stand

Conscience-bots
Perform recon
Patrolling vulnerabilities
Knowing no man’s land
Between heart and mind
Have always
Will always
Be pregnable passage

Yet

The front lines of the heart
Grasp one’s dug in fortification
Mind’s fortress of strength
Is forever monitoring

Why then
Knowing we create our own reality
Do we need such skirmishes
Such oft times escalated guilt trips
That do nothing
But undermine life’s victory?

Might it be…

We refuse to accept
The “out there” version
That much touted
Societal mirage
Promoting illusion over truth

Perchance
We are stuck
Forever creating
Our trial and error reality
For fear
Of succumbing to elitist delusion

And if we’ve created
Conscience-bots
And blame game trollops
Aren’t we better armed?

Don’t personally created battle fields
Serve to strategize
To outmaneuver those
Who would have us self-destruct
Their way?

Perhaps our self-imposed reality
Doesn’t make the societal mirage any easier
But at least it doesn’t abandon
Growing consciousness for
Surviving ourselves