The way of a mind like a seed
on the wind floats up
instead of with the wind
somehow, or people born
wedged in sidewalk cracks
deep away from the sun
know where happiness
resides tumbling
upon its arrival:
in this I feel almost
a lucky misfit.
Even a self divided is
scattered like pages
lost within the house
with no binding.
I see windows in every room
that inform nothing except
where I have arrived from,
and, I, in every room
stitch a binding, day-
in and out, am
surrounded by a puzzle
of words on paper.
But aren’t us the
song? Aren’t us the
dream and
attuned to truth:
the paradox of remaining
genuine when a melody
unfolding.
Published by Stephanie McManus
Please come visit https://stephaniesattic.wordpress.com for poetry described as whimsical, daring and perceptive. My writing tends to reflect on life experiences and the transformation of perceptions and subjective experiences into new states of mind. This site is unedited and raw.
My journey with Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome can be found at http://ehlersdanloscontemplations.wordpress.com/. This is a new website. My aim is to explore the process of acceptance through un-edited reflection and introspection. Another goal for this site as it unfolds is to provide support to others living with chronic illness. Please feel confident in opening up and discussing how I can make this a helpful website for you as it evolves.
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