Soul's Dictum

Who then would suppose

To map my destiny?

What do you know of me?

That you would believe 

That along with your life

It falls upon you 

To define mine

Would you suppose

I was created

For the appeasement of

Your fears and agenda?

What then of my soul?

Do you care?

Did you consider for a moment

Whether your design

Had anything to do 

With my full potential 

Being realized?

Or did you think

I could find contentment

Ensuring my footprint 

Upon the world

Didn't upset 

The limitations

Of your apple cart?

Don't expect

My conformity

I am nothing like

What you imagine

I was born 

For greater things

Than to be bound

By the choreography

Of a soul-crushing

Dance

The strings you pull

Will not bind me

Realize that 

The smothering mediocrity

You offer as love

I cannot abide

It is my solemn

Pledge to my creator

That my heart

Will never be made to 

Bare that yoke

Why then would I renounce

The assurance 

Of a safe haven?

To balk when asked to join 

The rank and file.

Not one asks:

Who are you?

What have you come 

Here to do?

No .. 

The pinnacle 

Is take a number

And cue over there

What if my vision 

Is not successful 

You ask?

I will have failed

While holding 

The universe in my gaze

I will have been wildly successful

At living into being

The best possible version 

Of myself

You may well 

Be consumed in your disappointment

I will leave you to that

While I 

Celebrate in alignment

With the call of my Soul 

R. O'Neill (August 09, 2017)