How does one begin
to live the authentic life?
With integrity and honour
and humility, I think.
Someone once told me
“remain above reproach”.
I wonder if anyone can do that
I still find myself beneath.
Each day I awaken with principles strong
my little torch raised high.
To light the way through the darkest times
yet by day’s end I feel the dark.
I want to be called courage
I want to be called strength.
I want to live with a steely resolve
never wavering from my path.
So where do you go to try yourself on
where do you reach the limits you hold?
Where does the depth of the darkest soul
come face to face with the light.
I think it’s in coming clean
stripping away the muck and the mire.
Crawling back up to the surface
from the sun there is no place to hide.
I think it’s in falling to your knees
and begging for mercy’s hand.
To reach out to you and draw you in
and cradle you in her arms.
I think it’s in surrendering everything
and admitting that you are weak.
In allowing yourself to have failed
you have shown how strong you are.
I think it’s in humility
in simply asking for help.
In letting down the walls and shields
and letting someone in.
I think it’s in wanting to live
and finally making that choice.
In letting go of some illusion
that your suffering is deserved.
I think that believing that you have to martyr
yourself for mistakes you have made.
Is the beginning of the end of living
it is giving your life away.
There is no resurrection, no rising again
no phoenix back from the flame.
There are only scars left on skin
and bodies that can’t heal
The answer I think is simple
authentic is only this.
It is living without hiding behind
the fear of making mistakes.