I Often Wonder
He
was a gregarious character. He found a unbound joviality in laughter
and visiting Dinner tables whenever the opportunity arose. He would eat
to subdue his inner denied anguish, smothering his concerns between the
courses of fare he consumed. She on the other hand was a quiet, solemn
demure one, looking for soft shadows to duck behind and shield her
light, for she feared the questions about what she truly thought.
Together they were quite a pair, he with his vice and her with her
blankets of obscurity. They each had their own life journey, a sort of
acceptance and consignment to a lesser path. They both acquiesced to a
small annoying fear that told them it was not safe to stand out and be
the magnanimous personalities they always dreamed of, but never dared to
be. He played games and faked himself to believing he was that dashing
champion he emulated, the one that was found in Comic Books and on
Television Sets. She found her contentment in the silence and hauntings
of her childhood she had yet to let go. She lived at a certain peace
with her delusions that she was still able to smile authentically . . .
but she knew the truth, just as he did. Their Sovereignty along with
their lives had been marginalized and minimized by their rote.
Many
people these days wear such masks, hiding behind something, hiding out
from what they wish to be and do have the power to be. I often wonder
why do we subjugate our selves to being something that fits in to the
misery we don’t even like? Is this truly a safe place for us, or are we
destined to continually crucify ourselves upon the crosses of our own
making ? . . . I Often Wonder . . .
This is dedicated to all those of us who would like to be expressively true but fear our own shadows of greatness.
Inspired by the Book Titled “I Often Wonder” written by my Friend Alan W. Jankowski.
http://www.innerchildpress.com/alan-w-jankowski.php
© 15 September 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.
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