Here is the altered, updated, amended version
of yesterday's prose.
I'm learning to listen to what I am given.
Pendulum
by Lyn Marinello
I am the abyss that brings on my fear
I am the silence I deafeningly hear
I am the darkness that dampens my soul
I am the burden whose weight is my toll
I am the bitter that roils disgust
I am exhausted, but go on I must ...
For I am also the junction converging the void
I am the voice; near mute, but overjoyed
I am the light that offers up hope
I am also the blessing broadening love's scope
I am the flavor that augments life's plate
And I am tenacious. I determine my fate.
I am my master and also my servant
Blissfully ignorant and hyper-observant
I am the teacher. I am the student
I am the hasty and I am the prudent
I am yin; I am yang. I am brave. I am meek
I will march into battle. I'll turn a lenient cheek
I am seeing and sawing; responsive, reactive
Flamboyant, restrained; repulsive, attractive
Herculean, Lilliputian; the pendulum always swings
You and I, we are one. We each are all these things
We can live in peaceful harmony, or in a chaotic, churning hell
We can visit all these places; where, though, will you dwell?
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