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The exterior seems the same. On close inspection, not at all. From deep within, a new visage surfaces and glows. Metamorphosis. Old descriptors no longer apply; something new is afoot. Is it beauty, truly inner Wisdom…Sagacity? Is it acceptance Understanding Rebellion Acquiescence Or simply age Can it really be that simple? Age? Can it really be this good? I did it. Made my case. Spoke my truth. Stood my ground. Conquered my tears And my fears Shame, denial and disappointment. Finally said what needed to be said What yearned to be heard. Deeply embedded in love. Creating balance at last. It was not easy. But I did it. I set Truth free. I will heal. It will be. Balance. Not as easy as it seems. 90% of brain function is dedicated to maintaining balance in the human organism. Just ask a chiropractor. Equilibrium. Equipoise. Counterpoise. Stability. Literal balance. Emotional balance. Balance between …holding tight and letting go …grace and effort …give and take …live and let live. In the moment. Balance. Imbalance. Imbalanced…off kilter…a little off…out of her mind… Let’s not. Did your dad where Levi’s 501s? You know, The original shrink-to-fit? Big Frye boots. Little man syndrome. Big voice. Little confidence. Big mouth. Little mind. Heart? Buried in fear and sorrow and pain. Pain… Stitches from a bar brawl. Broken hand busting son. Sore shoulder from swinging The Belt. “Thwack!” — “Thwack!” — “Thwack!” It slaps through the loops of the 501′s every night when he’s had way too much to drink and comes storming…staggering… down the hall because you and your sister are talking. I cry before he gets there, knowing what will be. Que sera, sera. Whatever will be will be. Did your dad wear 501′s? I understand. |
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