Fine Indefinitely

I’ve made a sort of peace

with my chimera-like self.

Yes, I’ve envied

those whose lives were made

of uniform fabric, whose seams

always lined up with each other,

until I realized the beauty

in the patchwork of all my loves

stitched into my grinning soul.

I shall never be elegant.

I shall never neatly fit

into the costume of a role

not meant for me to play.

Those itch anyway.

Singing my praises to the beautiful blue

of a sky as high as I can imagine,

or murmuring prayers to the heart of a fire

that jumps and sparks in steps known only to itself,

I know that certainty sometimes equals confinement

and prefer to stay unconfined, undefined -

unless of course that’s what I desire

at that particular moment.

Song Choice: Closer I am to Fine by The Indigo Girls

This poem is linked up to the Tuesday Platform over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads. Kerry asked us to contemplate if a song has ever saved our lives. I'm not sure about saving my life, but something about this song always comforts me and feels like home.