our most strange contradictions

a poem from my healing bed about the symphony of contrasting moments we all experience while wearing our skin

Today, I am a little overwhelmed by the human condition. I’m lying in bed with a very sore eye and aching bones while feeling restless to go have an adventure.

My lingering pain and my hopeful heart are having an epic wrestling match. The following poem is a play-by-play account of how that bout played out in real time as I twisted and turned in my bed this morning.

I am a symphony of contrasting moments. I guess we all are.

I hope these words give someone else the same bit of respite that they gave me.

I love you ~ John

I am such a  contradiction 

I am exhausted
    I am hopeful

~ at the same time 

my legs feel like
bags of dirty laundry

my heart has
been inflated with helium  

~ I am a mysterious contradiction 

half of me feels
planted deeply 
into the earth

and the other half of me 
is being pulled 
toward the stars

I'm sinking
     I'm rising

I'm grounded to gravity 
    I'm floating to freedom

I'm right here with you
   I'm somewhere far away

~ all at the same time

I'm an aching body
     I'm an easy piano song  

I'm a string of DNA
     I'm a flock of bluebirds

I'm stuck in my bed
      I'm floating downstream

all at the same time 

~ we are all unexplainable contradictions 

we are temporary humans
   we are unending souls

we are carrying our scars
    we are shedding our sins