the white and black in me says that i have to believe in
dualities
with the harrowing black & the joyful
white.
but that leaves me to
fall into the blindness of
light
& the blindest of
dark.
wouldn’t it make be brighter to live in the fluid?
& recognize the waves & flows & winds &
bends mean real
reality?
harsh could be softer & joyful less cloudy &
maybe we could be less easy to
rock.
the spins of my days where decks take water
&
the whirl of days where lifeboats sink...
those led me to think that i’d be safer
should i just live in the
gray.
instead of being hated or loved
instead of depressed or manic
instead of powerless or unstoppable i
would first just
be
me.
