I often build irony into my poetry. I do that because looking at the absurdity that irony provides is sometimes more powerful, for me, than simply looking at something from a direct vantage point.
And this poem is no exception. I wrote this poem quite some time ago to ironically frame the mistake of isolating our 'self ' from what lies beyond our own perceived reality. Staunchly remaining the fine line, if you will. It is a comfort to some, to cling to the familiar and to sequester the 'self', with an unwillingness to engage other knowledge, experience and perspective. Our perceptions do color how we experience the world and how we live, and there is value in that. However, living in judgment or denial of what is 'out there', without stepping 'out there' is not enough to constitute living. The truth is, in order to truly live, we must step beyond the fine line that is our self in order to gain further knowledge, experience and perspective on living. The outcome may mean success, or it may mean failure. It may lead us to despair or it may lead us to hope. But, in doing so, we subsequently can grow in our life. It is only after we have taken the step, that our perspective and subsequent choices become educated and relevant to a life fully lived. Hopefully, in taking the step, we can look beyond the value of what is within us, and embrace the eternal yes that awaits us.
and eternal yes
despair and hope
failure and success.