Blinkers

Saint or sinner

Which is which

Do we count the cost for those who tried to live

Within a system that crushed something so deep within them

That struggled to give birth and form

In barren soil

There are things I dare not say

Because it would evoke controversy

But lately I find it so hard to judge

The wrongs and rights of things

And you tell me it takes great strength

To live the liminal in between

With paradox

In this mixed up human world

Where so often black and white

Is the order of the day

And so you swing and twist and turn

And hold onto the thought of the soul’s innocence

So often corrupted

Maligned and misunderstood

Twisted to darker ends by circumstance

Misjudged

By those who only wish to keep

Their blinkers in place