A Youth's First Mark

A Youth’s First Mark

By Tony DeLorger © 2012

Ever sinning, ever led,

ever rescinding what I’ve said,

ever creating, ever spayed,

ever male, female dead.

Crushed by notions,

of stoic stance,

unbreakable minds,

in big-boy pants.

Societies whims,

forever held,

unleashed in regimes,

in capture meld.

Reluctant parry,

fears so entrenched,

nurtured to spoilt,

in life skills unspent.

Lost and so senseless,

delusions of pain,

in womb, dark, returning,

with nothing to gain.

By force must return to

potential a task,

blind faith implored

to relinquish the mask.

In life there’s a bounty,

for those who embrace,

the bravery of conquest,

abiding the race.

There is a light.