I have found that I am a paradox,
For I always crave what I least want,
I was so busy that I wished for peace,
Yet I found the silence left me with my too-loud thoughts,
Those whispered words growing in the shadows of that isolation,
I was so tired that I wished for rest,
Yet when I stopped, my body took advantage and rested too,
Tiredness giving way to exhaustion and strength giving way to weakness,
Exhaustion and weariness growing deeper within,
I was always with people, whether in person or technology,
That I wished to be alone, just for a short time,
Yet just as I found I was ready to embrace the world once more,
I find the world cannot be dropped and picked up again,
It too can turn it's back, having had enough,
Leaving me isolated in ways I never knew,
As a human, I crave connections,
But as a human, I can be overloaded by them too,
Too much empathy, too much shared and a vessel not large enough to contain it all,
I have found that I am a pardox,
And I simply don't know what to do.
YOU ARE READING
The Song of the Sun and the Moon
PoesíaThe passion of the burning sun and the cool caress of the silver moon. Credit of graphics to ArtfulPoet- thank you so much for designing an amazing cover for my book! Credit of image to Dorina Costras
