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 :)