Switches

Someone told me that I was insensitive,

Defensive and rather unfeeling.

It’s not the first time I’ve heard that,

I’ve been assured that, lack of emotion is unappealing.

So I searched for my ‘sensitivity’ switch,

Which I flipped up from the floor.

Feeling more, but I noticed there was another attached,

Batched, when I did this; something happened to my core.

I then heard that I was too emotional, territorial,

Even Jealous, in fact.

I didn’t like the way this sounded,

So I flipped the damn switch back.

With that, went another switch.

And when that one went down,

The next thing that I heard…

Was that I’m difficult to be around.

So I searched for my ‘easy’ switch,

But oops it was the wrong one.

And from ‘difficult’ to ‘easy’,

It was now she has too much fun.

With my mind all scrambled, I looked and searched to find,

A sign for the master switch that balances all.

The switch that would please everyone all of the time,

The switch that wouldn’t appall.

But in this grasping and grabbing at controls,

Down then up, up then down.

I was adjusting pieces of myself

For those who didn’t stay around.

I ended up with all switches facing south,

Meddling with things that were on a timer.

Much finer the balance from one to another would be,

had I left them right where they were…

For growth comes in time and movement is beauty

But only as it happens naturally.