I walk alone,
In this journey called life.
Left by the ones I called my own,
For raising my voice against suffering and strife.
My thoughts seemed radical to them,
But that first step there was none daring to take.
I was advised to let go of my ways by some,
But I didn’t want to make the same mistake.
A seamless union of preaching and practice,
Was all that I desired.
But everyone wanted to preach but not practice,
Even the ones whom I once admired.
Their empty words are nothing but pathetic,
I’ve decided not to be ignorant.
For my actions I’ll never be apologetic,
For all I did was dared to be different.
This poem is written for the above picture prompt for Wordy Wednesday at Blog-a-Rhythm.
Also linking this post to Three Word Wednesday- 464