Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Looking for the Centerpoint

I'm looking for the centerpoint.
Somewhere inside myself that isn't cares or passions, fears, anxieties or joys

A place where I am me
And sense I'm living--one moment, then another, then another--

A home.

The world delivers changes, issues, pressures

The times aren't easy--the choice could be to pick which shade of pain to wear today.

Sometimes I get to taste the things I love
But rehearsal ends, the meal is over,
The perfect summer day in February's done

I'm looking for the centerpoint.
A happy place despite the pain and not denying it
A refuge, not an escape
A driver's seat in an SUV through rough terrain

Submission and control

The centerpoint.

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