Oil mixing with water was not what anyone looked for.
We were overlooked.
What was the attraction? We are so different.
We’ve made it work, meeting halfway on issues that affect us both.
Neither hesitant nor receptive, rather a calm acceptance of meeting in the middle.
Thus we carry on, apples and oranges sweet and sour.
We meet halfway, working hard to preserve love and passion, dedicating today to improving tomorrow.
Today is the halfway point of #OctPoWriMo, and it also marks the day I truly struggled to write something decent. Writing this piece was a labor of dedication, and if I hadn't promised myself to do 31 poems in 31 days, I probably would have given up, at least for the day. And so, perseverance is the parent of this poem. Please enjoy.