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Walking Paradox

I was a born a creature of contradiction
Half my father, half my mother
On my face, I wore her features- blue melancholic eyes
that drowned in their own ocean
and a small, silent mouth
that only opened when they were pried apart (forcefully)
My father lived in my hands-
hardworking, stern hands
Hands that were always moving
so they could provide a distraction
from dangerous thoughts
The only thing that I owned on my face
was the arch of my right eyebrow
which curiosity had blessed with a kiss
On the inside, I was still not mine
Flames of red would rise from dust, scorching the soul
infusing it to the point of destruction
only the grey waters
from half-closed eyes can diffuse the licking embers
Ah, the sea of apathy
and the fire of rage - the perfect combination
for a walking paradox
It would be wrong to blame my parents
for this disastrous, unnatural creature
It would be unfair to assume all my faults were theirs
On the contrary
perhaps being 'interesting'
(presuming interesting is defined as anything out of the ordinary)
is better than being 'normal'
(presuming normal is synonomous with boring)
But the Creator is not unkind
for he has kissed my eyebrow
and planted a question mark on the soles of my feet
Perhaps it is better I was not carved out of the same wood
and raised to listen to the same melody
Perhaps there is something worthwhile
in growing up
with your mother's tears
and your father's fists

by blackfallenrose07
posted on 11/19/2016

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Tags: parents, identification, contradiction, paradox
Comments: 2

Comment by deadiam: Dec 31, 2016 12:34 pm
Beautiful write....
Comment by prettyspl: Dec 13, 2016 11:28 pm
I loved this! There's a style about it that captures the readers attention .. Excellent write. Vote

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