My brain is a womb
birthing triplets.
My thoughts labor
to deliver one conclusion,
but they waver like
a politician chasing votes.
From the same lips
I speak of a water glass
half empty, half full,
or simply something
to quench my thirst.
Perhaps it is because
I am a middle sister
pulled between this
and that until I am
more question than answer.
Divided between black,
white and gray I am functioning
insanity directed by the voices in my head.
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I have always been blessed/cursed with being able to see all sides...sure makes it hard to take one!
aren't we all...I get tired jumping back and forth across the fence...
you say it very cleverly.
Love the poem and can definitely relate.
When I was young, I always thought I'd like to have triplets (I was very young) until, when I was 21, my mother had my youngest brother. She was in a hospital room with other "difficult" cases, and there was a young woman of 22 or 23, no more, having triplets. She already had one, 18 months old. Scared the wits out of me.
But I can relate to the voices in the brain.
As it happened, I had no children of my own, but I still hear that politician in my mind. I wonder if it is because we write that we are "cursed" to see both (or all) sides of a story.
K
white and gray I am functioning
insanity directed by the voices in my head.
I like the way you put it Susie! As long as it is guided by the head and not the heart the 'insanity' is a blessing,really! Great!
Hank
I can really relate to your brain birthing triplets! I know just how that feels... Amy
Odd thing: much later in life when discussing with my brother and sister the emotions of sibling 'order' - they all felt 'middle child' emotions and beliefs too.
Anna :o]