Borderline Pain

As so it goes, pain changes people and pain demands to be felt.

Such life, a necessity yet so cliche. It breeds from Mozart to the Rolling Stones, or so much as a spiral, criss-cross.

Forward and backward.

Returning from the edge, slightly vague side view, clarity in hindsight. Constant changes strikes the vixen to Mary, so on and so forth.

Darkness will return, such as light to know this.

As Andre Gide once said "Whoever really loves abandons all sincerity."

Life, mind and body. As I lay my clothes out, I choose who I'd like be for the day. The constancy of Grace Kelly or the leather of Joan Jett.

You would think there was simplicity in knowing ones true self.

In reality, mind and heart in sync, when spoken is truth. Truth in all senses, truth in all honors.

Returning from the edge, I feel calmness intertwined in the madness. Broken but filled the cracks with gold to mend. As a classical piece strummed into melody. Harmony blown into heat. Exposed and free to all senses, I feel.

I too shall photograph as I throw myself into wallet. Whispering from my child self point of view, to my adult self. Holding the ice in my hand as I smother myself in the warmth of the Spring sun, please don't take my sunshine away.

Ready to bloom, I will be.

Katie-Lee M.Litawchuk