Mother of the Tides
They say I am insane for repeating the same motions -
So why is not the moon; who always pulls the tides of oceans?
The seasons fall in pattern, for every year the bring the same -
So why condone their cycles... Sun, the Fall Leaves, Snow & Rain?
Some cycles are required for certain things to thrive -
Consistency? No, insanity, is what keeps some things alive.
But I am not the Moon and so, Alas, can't pull the waves -
So, sadly, my insanity shan't lead to better days.
I fail to know what separates the strong willed from deranged -
Perhaps, of course, just that alone is why I am insane.
Copyright © Chelsea Stufleben | Year Posted 2022
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