Shepherding The Rules Of Your Truth Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Building the future of your truth,
In this enclosure, this silo,
Where you will return with a lock,
To retrieve it in thought,
Has been done with caring by you,
For you shepherded your choices in,
At the moment of making with actions,
Shooing away some birds and trapping others,
Into the center where you stand surrounded,
By your truths protected in the center of your hand.

You lie to yourself when now,
You look at others and hope,
That their sayings will grown wings,
And come into the enclosure, this soul,
That seeks truth from you like a baby,
Wants to suckle at the lap of its mother,
And nestle in the security of the lullaby,
Yet the time of songs and myths is gone,
And has been replaced by your own shepherding,
Of your own rules of truth,
And not the dos and donts of others,
Which will leave you in the ice cold shower,
Wishing your mother was with you,
At this time of reckoning with choices,
That you made when others cheered.

The calling to guard the enclosure of the truth
And not let the wolves come into its boundaries,
These thoughts that sap your blood your lifeline,
And then stand in there howling about the past,
You will not get far for defying your ramblings,
Doubt stands outside another hyena,
Fear, another jackal that lurks around,
Like barking dogs of life ever yapping,
Tearing to shreds every long founded truth,
Waiting for you to reach your hand outside,
And turn the lock of your thinking with your hand,
To let anxiety the bigger beast,
That will make you change more from weakness not strength,
For the rain comes and wets everything,
When the enclosure is not built to the need,
Of what lives inside to keep warm.

Once heard the cry that goes on forever,
Bringing the predators to your doors,
To dismantle the shepherding of your truth,
You end up holding on to the nothing,
That remains when you let go,
For your were built to lock up your being,
And guide it to the rules of truth,
Wherever you are and with whomever,
You have chosen touch shoulders with,
On your journeys through this maze,
That turns into every corner leaving you,
Knowing only the past and not the future,
Which stands in the blindfold that covers,
The soul of the eyes of your mind,
Leaving you only with hop that all will be well
Because the shepherd, the you knows best,
That there is only one way to build trust,
Which is turning in the lock and key,
To ensure that no truth, or rule gets out,
Without a reason which is about,
Going out there to feed and be fed,
And then return richer than before.