Taboo

They called me a king,
back when I was still nothing.
I knew they saw something,
but I just couldn’t bear knowing…
that I would never be a delicate
instrument. Such as words said,
uttered, written down on a piece,
a piece of paper. Carved from a tree.
Moulded to be fragile and both, free.
Forbidden to know peace…
They stripped me from everything,
when I realized water, turning,
something once mighty into nothing.
And in fire I kept burning.
The world wanted everything to do, with me…and nature allowed me to go.

A piece of paper, birthed from trees,
I am harmless and easily torn.
A poet’s golden fleece,
and through their words I am reborn.

abandoned by nature,
bludgeoned by society.

I’m just a piece of paper…
once part of a tree that grew.
Now, to society I’m never worthier.
And to nature I’m a big taboo.

Just as a man is separated from heaven…
Just as I separated from a tree.
Why don’t I get to be free?
Where is my haven?

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A man told me how he and his friends who made fun of a pastor who spoke about faith; he quickly changed his topic to 'Hope' and it was like he managed to get their attention. Everything became silent and they started to really listen. When the pastor had finished the bible lesson. He walked up to them, and spoke with such a love that they started weeping.Soon that very same boy spoke to me as a pastor, about life .But I didn't care how important it was, I didn't truly understand the power of words. I lacked to understand but felt his passion. Everything he said, felt personally meant for me. I could not stop myself from listening.I was not a mistake, and later realized that there were people who cared. It only took one man to make me realize I was searching for hope in all the wrong places. I was fully convinced that my purpose was to do what he did. But he surprised me once again.At that last moment, he stared directly into my soul and said, "Don't ever try to be like me or any other human on this earth. You'll only find disappointment. I'm just a man. We all have a purpose and along the way you'll be judged by the world. But never stop!" "Free yourself by opening your heart and mind to the truth. That when you speak, always be happy."
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