I am tired
Tired of being
The man that
Everyone else wants
I am tired
Tired of falling
Tripping over others
That I thought
Were my rocks
But instead are
Simply boulders littering
My path with
Their own complications
Causing careful steps
As to avoid
Disturbing them when
In reality its
They disturbing me
Like a duck
On a pond
I have heard
The winds song
Time to go
It is saying
This isn’t home
Home is there
Way out there
Beyond your imagination
Here is where
Home let you
Be before you
Eventually get there
Sometimes in life
I set fire
To those things
Close to me
Not to watch
Them burn but
Rather to see
Which are strongest
This includes friends
Two nights ago
I ignited a
Firestorm call it
A controlled burn
Which laid waste
To almost everyone
In my path
For one reason
To give light
To new friends
And reduce others
To simple ash
Promoting new growth
In the silence
Of my making
I have found
My own thoughts
That comfort me
All is quiet
Except for breath
And my heart
And my memories
Making me smile
Please remember this
The haughtiest those
That declare that
They are beyond
Reproach and need
Your voice are
By far weakest
They need you
You don’t need
Them be strong
Be true know
Your self only
Ever chase that
Never pander never
Settle and never
Give in because
There’s something grander
Than you waiting
For you there
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 