Versus (in two movements)

Versus - Movement I I love her But she is bigger than my endurance She is the poster child of Discontentment Whose sorrowfully diseased heart Must secretly wear inconvenient braces To hold up her chronically heavy burdens. She is sad there in the picture Standing with the forced smile Beside the unconquerable walls Of photo opportunities and no-win situations. We wallow in the awwwwws Of her childlike innocence Draped in tattered dreams Built somewhere between lack of resolve And incompetence. The unreal expectations from her youth Haunt her like reoccurring nightmares Coming again to chase her off the cliff Or tangle her in the struggle Of powerless punches From which she awakens Sweat-drenched And weeping. She asks for answers But only hears questions Try as she might She cannot find a positive meal In Hope's kitchen If it were administered intravenously By the arch angel Michael. She fears good news Worse than bad news For everything after a good report Can only go downhill. Her monsters are born In the cauldron Of pessimism Anger And spiritual arsenic Untainted by reality Which would only serve To dilute the strength of her desperation. Her demons are immortal Terrifying beyond explanation Larger than stability The kind that makes Chuck Norris Weep in his pillow. Each and every torment Is finely crafted uniquely turned Without one grain of truth Immaculately conceived in failure, Regimented rehearsal, And late night confections. I don't know whether to pity her Encourage her Scream at her or Leave her. (Don't even think it. I will not hear the criticism For saying the thing You were to afraid to speak out loud.) I ask her Why the promise of her life Must be cruelly beaten Into crippling impossibilities. She pauses for inventory Behind the foggy Salt showered lashes Of her imaginary world And professes, "I cannot stop it... I cannot stop thinking." I love her But I cannot walk Through the valley of death With her. Nobility with wisdom does not call For two souls to die From empathy. No, even more than two For we are not detached. Legacy has children. Others always die with you In the draft of your wake. Someone must live. So I shall be the one In the midst of the hopeless watch So that my light Pushes back her darkness And those that are mine Will see clearly The path of overcoming. Versus- Movement II I long for sunshine You seek the rain I turn from the labor You welcome pain I choose the easy You have to strain I walk in logic You might be insane I live for laughter You die to cry I am the summer You're winter skies I'm mocha latte You're green tea chai I want attention You don't know why. I have few boundaries You follow rules I think I'm funny You think I'm a fool I go with the flow You're stuck like a mule I love the next fad You are old school. I watch expressions You watch the time I think on the lovely You dwell on the slime I trek over problems Yours are a climb I am the free verse You need to rhyme I shout my dreams Yours are unspoken I prize strong words Yours are a token I'm alive in my spirit You need to be woken My glass is half full Yours is all broken I'm the road less traveled Your path is well worn I grasp for renewal Your doubts are reborn I hate that I love you You love that I'm torn I'm lost in my freedom You're found in the scorn

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