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Devastating Ambiguity

 4 different versions of this poem. Which resonates more with you?

 

1. 

There’s an ease, yet unrest.

There’s a quiet, yet a clamor.

There’s comfort, yet distress.

I crave you, yet I reject you.

You are family, yet a stranger.

You are familiar, yet unknown.

You are a remedy, yet there is pain.

You are me, I am you.

Devastating ambiguity unravels my soul. 

2. 

There’s an ease, yet unrest. 

There’s a quiet, yet a clamor. 

There’s comfort, yet distress. 

I crave me, yet I reject me. 

I am family, yet a stranger. 

I am familiar, yet unknown. 

I am a remedy, yet there is pain. 

I am me, You are you. 

Devastating ambiguity unravels your soul.

3.

There’s unrest, yet ease.

There’s a clamor, yet a quiet.

There’s distress, yet comfort.

I am family, yet a stranger. 

I am unknown, yet familiar. 

There is pain, yet I am the remedy.

I reject me, but I crave me. 

You are you and I am me. 

My soul unravels ambiguity devastatingly.

4.

There’s unrest, yet ease. 

There’s a clamor, yet a quiet.

There’s distress, yet comfort.

I reject you, yet I crave you.

You are a stranger, yet you are family.

You are unknown, yet familiar.

There is pain, yet you are my remedy.

We are.

Devastating Ambiguity.

 

 

I choose trust.

I tap my chest.

‘I choose trust, I choose trust,’ I say over and over.

Please, God, allow this pain to rest, just for today. 

I pray, you sadness go away.

I am not in Kansas anymore.

I have never known this depth of emptiness before.

And nothing,

not food,

not curling up and watching Friends,

not clicking the heels of my ruby slippers together to arrive at my parents’ home-

none of it works anymore.

So, I must learn to self soothe-

hold a stuffed animal and cry it out,

cradle myself with a hot water bottle,

sit in a bath with bubbles, rose drops, and sea salt,

letting my eyes be captivated by the water and not the stories I tell myself.

I choose to breathe deeply, 

steeping in a hot cup of herbal tea.

I choose to write poetry.

I choose to let go of you, so I can choose the light in me.

I tap my chest.

I choose to allow.

I choose trust.

I choose trust.