Flow

My mind is a kite,

My body is an anchor.

I feel this flow, this energy,

One pulling me up, one pulling me down, leaving me somewhere in between.

Like yin and yang,

Two fish, one movement.

Yin is my water, my mind. My emotions, complexity.

She is the moon, most lively at night.

She analyzes the stars, exploring the vast expanse, asking the world's questions.

Yang is my fire, my body. My outward expression.

She is the sun that carries me through the day.

Rational, down to earth. She lives in the present and seeks answers.

Sometimes I sway, I walk with a hunch,

Because I am unbalanced.

My yang is broken, leaving my yin free to soar without restraint.

What does this mean for me?

Am I spiritual or scientific?

And why are these at war?

The insomnia grips me,

My mind racing and racing.

Sometimes I hold my breath without even knowing,

Starving my brain for oxygen.

Sometimes the body intrigues,

Sometimes it appalls.

Am I sexual or asexual?

Is this abnormality,

Or fear finding its way to me?

Constantly overwhelmed with feeling,

Yet I remain forever curious,

For the world is a mysterious place.

Perhaps we must find a commonality,

A driving force, to bring balance.

Whether body or soul, I seek adventure.

It seek it at home and I seek it abroad.

Every day a quest to learn something new,

However small and insignificant it may seem.

Because knowledge is strength.

In life we can only grow.

My demons distract me,

Blind me to nourishment,

But I remind myself, no matter how difficult,

To keep embracing the flow.