Thursday, March 13, 2014

Cogently contradictory

I walk in anticipation,
Of the ever present beauty,
I await in apprehension,
Of the things falling apart.
I soar in joy, along with,
The many stories of triumph,
I shed copious tears,
At the thought of the others.
I breeze through in ease,
At some daily tasks,
I struggle hard and long,
With other demands at hand.
A big bag of paradoxes,
Is all I seem to be,
But Inimitably unique,
Is was I intend to stay.