Path of Realizations

upon this highway of assumed privilege I walk, not yet fully realized, the miracle of my existence
grace accorded me from birth, a richness in poverty bequeathed.

I watch as earth wealth souls hurry past me and stumble, they look to me with eternal pain
my feet are bare and cracked, I curse my lack of treasure and never notice the velvet path laid for me

I watch vanity filled souls stagger past and fall into endless chasms, yet I curse my lack of charm and attraction
I long for these empty fatal pleasures.

my vision is veiled, I fail to see those who walk upright are crippled,
their souls imperiled
they ride a juggernaut to impending doom
one from which painful lashes and love have held me from

the path is snatched from beneath
when an epiphany opens my eyes to the world
and realize I must now build my own path
lest I stumble to the sidewalks of lackluster

I realize I must rescue the fallen in my path
and rekindle their passion for living
share in the sheer joy of lack, and its misery
be grateful for inherited generosity
share it with lost and starved souls

and in the end, the gem that is my joy
is only cut from the smiles of contentment
the peace unbroken spirits
and the words of a kindred spirit