Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.
I never invited myself to this world
conceived by others' passion blast
for months unconscious and curled
before slapped for first cry -- not last.
They didn't like me the way I was born
so son I was remodeled by their sample
with a frequent ridicule and a tactless scorn
chances to stay myself were not really ample.
Then everyone else came like in stampede
to instill into me what life would be about
teachers, politicians planting their seed
making sure there would be a sprout.
So what was really my sin after all
was it that almost ruthless liberation
with marching into life instead of a crawl
listening to my own mind without hesitation.
Maybe that's why I gave up on story of God
tired of authorities and their silly preaching
accepting my sinfulness, imperfect, flawed
just forever guided by my own teaching.
© 2021 Val Karas