I’ve made a sort of peace
with my chimera-like self.
Yes, I’ve envied
those whose lives were made
of uniform fabric, whose seams
always lined up with each other,
until I realized the beauty
in the patchwork of all my loves
stitched into my grinning soul.
I shall never be elegant.
I shall never neatly fit
into the costume of a role
not meant for me to play.
Those itch anyway.
Singing my praises to the beautiful blue
of a sky as high as I can imagine,
or murmuring prayers to the heart of a fire
that jumps and sparks in steps known only to itself,
I know that certainty sometimes equals confinement
and prefer to stay unconfined, undefined -
unless of course that’s what I desire
at that particular moment.
Song Choice: Closer I am to Fine by The Indigo Girls
This poem is linked up to the Tuesday Platform over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads. Kerry asked us to contemplate if a song has ever saved our lives. I'm not sure about saving my life, but something about this song always comforts me and feels like home.