Push & Pull

Day 26 (paragraph form and then change it into a free verse poem)

push&pull

Push & Pull

The a push to be
the woman you wanted of me
was the tide pulling me away.
I prayed under a white moon
now I dance in its light.
Our pacifiers have changed.
Young tears on a flower pillow case
became buckets of teenage angst.
Now tears come
more from happiness
than pain. Our faith
remains strong
but the more you cling
to yours the harder I run.
The solace you seek, is not mine.
The apocalypse you push
to the shore
is not the knowledge I pull
from the sand
while combing for trinkets
and signs of compassion.
Light looks different from both sides
as we pacify our selves.