Day 53: There is No Part of Me

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You cannot have my joy
without allowing for the sorrow.
Do not play with me today
if you’ll not work with me, tomorrow.

You do not get the lover
without caring for the child.
I will not show my tame
if you cannot witness wild.

 

There is no ease without the nerve.

There is no straight without the swerve.

 

There is no part of me

that can be taken

apart from all the rest.

There is no part of me

that is not needed

or in this body, blessed.

There is no part of me.

 

 

If you should choose to love me,
love every crooked side;
the heart in all its colors
is ferocious and sublime.

I am a tyrant and a servant,
a sinner and a saint.
I am cracked but fused together
an explosion in restraint.

It’s all or nothing, love.
I am not ala carte.
You can’t pick out the mushrooms
and keep
my quartered heart.

 

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