Living with day and night black and white crepe myrtles of white and pink variety and variance make me think now and then a dissonant pitch makes my life rich.
But sometime what seems at odds is not. Like seeing Love AND God contemplation AND friendship solitude AND kinship. Why must it be either or against or for? Why can’t we see through the differences between me and you?
What is so sad what seems so bad is when difference leads to rejection then I must leave for my own protection. When she said, “If you are this then you can’t be that!” I left. I won’t be her doormat.
Some people thrive on opposition attracted to dominance and friction but at this stage of being me I choose to be free to see through those things that divide beyond the outer mar to the beauty inside.
Author’s Note: This morning I woke thinking about a terrible moment of rejection by someone whom I had loved, been loyal to, and cherished in spite of some of her obvious limitations and failures. I was not feeling bitterness but just a little sad. She is represented in the last two stanzas of this poem. I also want to thank a poet on HelloPoetry.com who goes by the name of Melancholy of Innocence for the partial inspiration for this poem. He is represented in the second line of the second stanza. I am so very inspired by the variety of work I read on https://hellopoetry.com/