Mantle

I can’t believe that I can’t believe it!

Dancing to my tune of rejection

Wrapped up in my internal dissension,

That I somehow ignored my insignificance.

Now, I know am only passing through

Hurts, cause I made in you a mantle.

Had it almost,

Now I do believe am only passing through.

What to say and what I really mean,

“Imagine them, Compare to you”

Am I over thinking things again?

Will I gain courage for the truth?

Maybe, cause where my heart is there is never a home.

I think I wanna be alone now!

Middle Ground

“I never liked the middle ground-the most boring place in the world.”

Louise Berliawsky Nevelson

I have fallen in love with the middle ground

my soul paid the price,

not by choice, I must say

the pressure of just being.

I reckon, I have heard someone say “the middle is the best.

The safest, at-least

right?!

What a coward I have become,

twisting the definition of brave to liberate myself.

Hoping some positives comes from this chaos,

thank God for small miracles, and move on.

Some people have it worse, I hear

So, be thankful for the middle ground.

Ahh, damn it

damn it all to hell, am taking that step

Am holding a banner for me,

its upside down, but look past that

as i peacefully wait to be pulled swiftly,

right into the dissonance.