Axis Mundi
I'm telling myself it's selfish to not want to be the center of things.
I'm telling myself it's arrogant to think everything revolves around me.
And I'd stop if it didn't feel true.
It's not like I want it to be true.
I've become a vulcrum. I've become an axle.
Nothing here happens without going through me.
And I feel trapped because of it.
Motionless but dragged along.
They come to me because I seem centered.
They talk through me because I listen.
Why is this so special?
Why can't everyone just be patient.
Why is respect so hard?
This isn't a poem.
It's what I'm thinking.
Line for line.
I'm not selfless.
I think this makes that clear.
But I don't understand why we give up.
I mean, when someone wants and needs our help.
I don't understand that.
I mean, It's not like I don't want to give up.
It's not like I've never given up.
Have I?
I can't remember an example, really.
But I know I'm no saint.
I'm not made of endless will and patience.
Maybe I put in the bare minimum.
So why can't they?
I'm always stuck in the middle.
I can see the common ground.
I try to see issues on both sides.
So why can't I make them see it?
They never know what to think or say about me.
Am I weak because I won't take a side?
Am I strong because I tolerate the other?
It's all so pointless.
But no matter how I turn I'm always in the center.
Wow... You articulate your thoughts beautifully. I completely understand what you're trying to say, too. Well done. ~Mouse