I have grown tired
of contradictions.
Every question
begs an answer
that flies in the face
of every other answer
and all I have left
is the problem
I set out with in the end.
I am a child
fighting off dream dragons;
sword broken,
searching for my shield
and lost
in an endless morass,
where slick skinned gremlins
rise up from the muck
and try to pull me down;
down to be with them forever.
The only answers
that seem to banish these
endless contradictions
are answers that come
as steel,
and sinew,
an bone,
and muscle,
and will.
They surely cut
those demons of the irrational
down in their footsteps.
The swagger of an idiot,
drops one more
false confidence poseur.
Eyes like a frightened animal
Back in my child’s mind
the dream gets darker,
but now,
my sword is steel
and my shield is will
and I can fight those monsters,
and I can slay that dragon
and I can cut away
those parts of my psyche
that need cutting.
Do it now,
before I become
another useless know-it-all,
spouting endless contradictions.
Answers,
that contradict other answers.
Only steel kills dragons.
HG – 2018
