Content in my restlessness.

I was very hesitant to post this because it has been a very long time since I have sat down to write a poem.  I wrote a lot of poems throughout my K-12 years, many that would make you laugh, but are deeply personal to me.  However, I felt compelled to make this post a poem instead of my usual random rant.  So here goes:

I am content in my restlessness.

My mind wanders 

dreaming up new plans

I am happy with the thought of change.

My heart is open

welcoming the restless experience

I am resistant to the notion of normal.

My soul refuses

definitions of any kind

I have adapted to this place.

My body rests

patiently waiting for the signal

I am only afraid of happiness.

My practicality disagrees

saying I am unacceptable

I have settled in my restlessness.

My life continues

basking in the beauty of uncertainty