Poem -
Yin-Yang
Yin-Yang, push, pull, always switching directions,
Digging deeper, future bleaker like a chronic infection,
Help her climb back up, otherwise she's drowning,
Always feeling demoted, never in line for a crowning.
She lives in the moonlight, but always searching for the sun,
Fighting with her hands and never reaching for a gun.
Her tormented soul, her loving mind,
Feelings of betrayal is the sum.
Facing the war, but always wanting to run.
She keeps going when she's always feeling done.
Yin-Yang, push, pull.
Her soul's a harp,
But her heart's a drum.
-FBS
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Thanks Charlotte! You gave this an amazing new meaning! I originally wrote "never reaching for a gun" to convey never taking the easy way out, as shooting would be easier than having to fight with your hands. But you really made me think, and I totally agree about the masc/fem opposites. Re-read it with that in mind and it was like a whole new poem. Lol. Have a great morning. :)