The Girls

Simplicity doesn’t visit me
as often as I like.
She spends her time singing and dancing
off in a field.
Usually her counterpoint ends
in a perfect cadence,
sunlight swirling around her glowing body.
And I miss her.

Chaos is fine.
Her tangled hair gets caught in my fingers.
But under her illnesses
lies fire.
Oh, I really do admire fire.

But the girls fight.
They just can’t stand to be around each other.
Chaos needs my full attention,
but it can be incredibly tiring.

I appreciate when she doesn’t pass through me and my loved ones.
But she’s never far away.
In fact, I hear her now.

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