Body Peace

A poem to myself:

This week I’ve been battling you

Up

in arms against someone who I've always loved

Down

with my emotions,

contrite with my words.

sliding coins into the slots for

Two

people in my head

subjecting my being to

One

conversation

and I don’t have a say

No

mediator to butt in when

my mind says

Yes

and it doesn't feel

Right

but

the latter is

Left

and that is

too bizarre

I feel

I am

steady now

I will

no longer

sling the tightrope between

Two

dimensions of my mind

for we are

One

body peace

ten september two thousand seventeen