(Learning that the two different shapes inside me can hold hands instead of beating each other up:-))
I have circles in my squares
Soft curves inside the structure of a box
Round, continuous and playful
Singing loudly when the square simply talks.
Round things bounce in a box that sits flat
Safe inside the confines of protection
But while the circle can spin, roll and play
The box still demands perfection.
Sometimes the soft curves bump against
The rigid lines the square provides
As if to tickle (and annoy)
The square’s straight and sober sides.
And so ensues a wrestling match
Of silly versus serious
The box feels only agitation
While the circle just feels curious.
How can the two shapes coincide
This round peg in this square hole?
Opposites that don’t attract
One, mind; One, heart and soul.
The square relies on its straight lines
Of structure, schedule, “shoulds”
The circle rolls along its curves
Of crazy, “can’s” and “could’s”.
These two unlikely roommates
Used to bicker, push and fight
Each claimed the other must be wrong
And that itself was right.
Until one day, exhausted, 
They put differences aside
Long enough to see each other
For what they could provide.
The square could offer safety
A house in which to live
The circle offered softness
Color to that house could give.
I have circles in my squares
Soft curves inside the structure of a box
The square demands I clothe myself
The circle picks my mismatched socks. 🙂
