Torn Between Opposites: A Poem
Some preach about love while mentioning hate
or seek happiness by running away from pain
yet others in a "war for peace" meet their fate
dying for that contradiction that's quite insane.
Having seen ugly we recognize beauty
and even our gods have to deal with evil
what we should love doing, we call a duty
and joy is an absence of misery upheaval.
Torn between contrasts we can't enjoy sun
thinking of all those past or upcoming rains
we even laugh to tears during having a fun
and let our losses give a value to our gains.
If a baby can smile without first knowing pain
and reach for us without first feeling rejection
then how can we justify or even try to explain
using for a balsam others' love and affection.
Our fear of dying with so many of its faces
makes fear of living its constant flip-side
with so many tears shed in embraces
and opposite values harbored inside.