Absence of Harmony
A chameleon, able to blend and conform,
forced into a bulldozer mode.
A yoga expert, flexible and limber,
bound by a body cast.
Claustrophobic and fighting atrophy, I press forward.
My restraints stretch my capacity and reserves.
Can I stretch past these restraints while still bound?
Can I be whole while immersed in self- and other-imposed dysfunction?
My surroundings exact a huge price from the me within.
I long for harmony amidst the dissonance.
Is there a home for the difference in me?
Can I find a home for the difference in you?
