Why Way

In my younger days
I avoided punishment
  Adjusting actions at authority
Early adulthood came
And I learned, at the bottom
   Behaving badly buys seniority

The triangular system
Plays to the peak
  Coercion cascades continuously
The middle is the best view
But the worst place to be
   Deeding dimes disingenuously

Soaring past....every fake goat 
Hailing intense jealousy
    I made it to KINDNESS
It stuck thick and true
Flowing in spite of all fear
    Letting LOVE light lenses layered
                 by
                       blindness

Finally, my heart landed on
Marriage needing open polished
   Quiet questions quickly
Communication without intimacy
Requesting structured theology
   Under various vials veiling victory

....................UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGG

WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY,WHY
Why am I so weird, wacky, wishful, witty....and a bit wackadoodle??????
    LOVE has transformed my DNA
MY heart can't go any other way
But to the question that separates me
    From the savory soup system

I'm ok with difference...actually, I'm fully alive....in DIFFERENCE

that's WHY I'm this WAY.

Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-24-2018

Note: I love, love, multi-layered poems, and I can only write them with Jesus leading the way. He knows how to make my heart happy :)

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