Functional Disorientation
At times, I let disorientation-exercise to be on the loose
Allowing mind toward relaxation-muse
Imagining bursting colors of varied hues
Creating designs from beauty-clues
Brightly transforming frustration blues.
Awesome kaleidoscopic moment
Grasped me in radiant engagement
Beholding varied wonderment
Bringing joyous amazement
Midst functional “disorientation” involvement.
When viewed at another perspective
Disorientation means “You’re not attentive”
And judged as missing directive
Along efforts to stay fully active
Against the convention considered distinctive.
Admitting to be in a disoriented incident
My heart accepts it not an accident
Since it teaches me to become more prudent
Knowing that those I hold tight with grip so ardent
May break me, leaving a deep hurt-dent.
I thank God for His truth that orients my faith's stand
Yielded to Him, I follow* His directing hand
Believing that He holds me within His love so grand
Even protecting my hair’s slightest strand
Marked by His omnipotent and omniscient brand.
*Matthew 16:24 Then said Jesus unto his disciples, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me.
October 9, 2023
3rd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 39" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 10/15/2023
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2023
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