today I rock the boat
ripples in a pond radiate out into my world,
effects unknown but stillness is hoped for
in a far-flung eventuality
where I receive comfort and hope
solace and acceptance
instead of giving until I am empty
pouring myself out into a mold
I have not chosen
until no longer recognize
the shape I have taken
in the name of harmony
cost unrealized until it becomes
too high to bear.
ragged and strung out are my
feelings
soul
breath
a collage I am finally able to view from above
if not with clarity, then compassion
and a small bud of resolve
to pick up the pieces
and reshape them
until the self I so long to be
blooms
even if the glue
must be my own
sinew and bone.
–Charla M. DelaCuadra
Pink&GreenMusings 