Poetry

Contradiction

The wind has direction even if you can’t see it,

And your actions have intention even if you don’t share it with me,

My love is unconditional even if my likes are partial,

My tongue is powerful even if it’s passive in love to spare your mental,

And I lie with truth to save us from me and you brutal,

Because my heart is quite fragile even if it roars like a lion,

And it breaks like glass even although it stretches its boundaries beyond local,

My mind is sharp and witty even if I’m naive in submission,

And so I’m the epitome of a contradiction,

If a word could describe me what would it be?

No word speaks gobally,

But the pleasure of me is in the discovery,

In the loudness of my silence,

And the endurance of my vulnerability,

A contradiction that’s me,

In pieces but whole,

Contradicting the you of me.