Fragility, Floating In The Firm Hold Of The Firmament. Poem by RIC BASTASA

today, i am
bombarded by a set of
lies,

i can hate this world,
i am not still attuned
to its tricks,

in the same manner,
on the right side of this
frame, there is a window
carved out by light,
and it is here where

however, some truths shine
penetrate the thick
walls of deceit, and i still

find a reason for living
and loving this world as it
is,

for i have two choices now
which to embrace and which
to despise,

i am the scale.
I weigh, and i go where
the leaning of truth and
justice shall go,

my will tips it further
towards
the gaping hope of humanity.

still truth prevails.
and my pillow is soft and
warm, as i sleep my life
tonight

fragility, floating in the
firm hold of the firmament.