I dare not be silent for I am afraid
my own soul shall speak
of truth I do not wish to hear.
Where shall I hide from the tide
that will sweep me clean of myself?
There, in the praise of people,
in the shelter of kindred thoughts
that lift me up high
and shield my eyes from arms
raised in defiance of my desires;
there, in the thousand and one endeavors
that occupy my time and my hands
that convince me
I am doing something worthwhile.
But for how long?
How long can I escape
this Inquisitor that grows with the night
and lies in wait in my sleep?
“I am only human, flawed,” dare I say
to defend myself
against the Inquisitor convinced
I can rise above my nature’s imperfection.
How easy will it be
if I need not answer questions
about my accountability.
Yet, that is the only way
I can live with myself.
This Tuesday’s DVERSE’s Poetics prompt invites us to write poems that make use of quotations. The swan in the picture made me think of “solitude”. Then, a ‘Solitude quotation’ search led me to the above line by Martin Buber which inspired the poem.
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