They want to glue me to their view;
paste me as cooperative so there
won’t be any discord from different.
My eyes once held the glint of absolutes.
I recognize the self-righteous stare and
voices echoing in scriptured tongues.
Life has cut the artery of my judgment
and I bleed grief from my spirit
at the depths of my rejection.
I can’t choose another’s path so I won’t
surrender my shoes to the footfalls of another.
The greatest commandment is to love.
I struggle…I’m incomplete…I am learning.
©Susie Clevenger 2015