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In the Midst of ThingsBy Sallyann Keith
I am one of those who lives in the midst of things,
surrounded and sometimes overwhelmed by all my senses:
a part of Autumn colors,
skinny leaves patterning the sidewalks,
rustling piles beneath my boots,
reminding me of childhood
when bonfires scented the air with their mystical incense.
I am one of those who lives in constant turmoil
seeking peace
thrilling to the pace of challenge
in work or passion, music,
or the stinging shock a poet sparks
when his image sears the mind.
The turmoil never completely goes away.
It hovers even on the edge of inner peace
threatening the serenity I sometimes reach
as one reaches, at last, the
endlessly rocking waves
on the vast empty beach.
I can stand there, in my mind, and collect my memories --
but the busy workday claims will win me back.
I am one of those who loves without protection,
with feelings barely held beneath the smile,
ready to surface in an embarrassed tear
at the first sign of pain
the look of hurt
the line of poetry that calls back every human suffering
known to man --
man’s inhumanity to man --
I cannot steel myself not to feel.
But though I apologize for sensitivity,
Truly I would be no other way.
I am who I am
and I want to be that way
one who cares, though others
laugh at my naivete.
One who hurts, though others
chide me to be tough.
I am one of those who lives to the end of things.
I will go on until the truth is clear
-- whatever that may be --
I will be whoever I am
and thank God for all the little things
that have made me a lover of life in the midst of things.
© 2009, Sallyann Keith. All rights reserved |
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