Warring Hypocrisy

I toss the coin anxiously For both sides perturb and dazzle me… The first side, well, it is a beauty to say the least It is clear, crisp, like fresh pages of a favorite book Peace offers a stronghold in its rhythmic and quiet composure It is unassuming in all that it is…it is truth, with open arms Like droplets of rain against my neck, It is refreshing to caress its cooling pages, Best of all, it heals when I choose to feel it and live it… This side is strong, and often shames my desire for the other… The other side, I gaze upon it often, its presence so shocking I often doubt it even exists as much as I sense in my life Then I remember that it surrounds me, A universe of glow aching to crawl into my night Wishing to embrace me, so it may reveal its secrets to me I am drawn to its perplexity, its grand design… Its fiery resilience silences my prayers to puddles of pleasure It is a hard-heated side becrossing all sides… stopping all resistance… I toss the coin high, mindful of its landing, Though as it does it spins furiously upon my heart and mind, Caught in the blurry winds of dissonance and rivalry How distressing it is to see them collide together in all that they are… For I want them both to win…I want them both desperately But only one side will dominate in the end And only I know who will win, As I set this silent war of hypocrisy Free… Free into the stars, where that unknown wisdom will be revealed in future days I had to set it free… For there are still other sides we must struggle to let go of Touched by so many hands before us… We must choose the side to say goodbye to As we fight to focus our fleeting attention Upon the one and only side that will touch the face of Providence -For Justin Bordner's "What is Your Hypocrisy?" Contest -