Tug o' War

We’re opposites in every way

I am the night and you are day

I am the storm and you’re the calm

the angry fist and open palm.

You toe the line from which I stray—

we’re opposites in every way.

The path I’ve chosen is uphill,

in endless battle of the will.

Once again, I’m called to write

I’m neither sorry nor contrite.

We’re opposites in every way:

you’re here and now; I’m faraway.

If attraction's opposite

then we are the perfect fit…

if you command, I won’t obey—

we’re opposites in every way!

© Ginny Brannan 2018

A wee bit of "tongue-in-cheek" humor on this lovely April Saturday.