Tuesday, January 19, 2010

struggle

on one hand, I want to be the girl who goes with the flow
who takes what hand she is dealt and just goes along
for the ride, ride her til she bucks ya, all smiles and
sunshine and if it rains tomorrow, don't fret.
on the other hand, I want to be the girl who makes a
difinitive statement about myself, carving and extracting,
constructing myself like a bower bird builds its nest,
eschewing what is wrong with deliberate incision.
Both are gardens of beauty and surprise,
and I am ever torn because I can't have both,
can't be both.

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