Plague

Poem and Image by Martha Di Giovanni

I wish I could be the person who once trusted others,

But that part of me is gone, I cannot recover.

All I see are amebas swirling around in circles,

Joining and uniting, following their cycles.

I enter the pool, but I don't belong,

I am different, I am a disease, and I am wrong.

They scatter away from me like a plague of disgust,

For I function in a different rhythm, I am an outcast.

But I am who I am, I cannot change my core,

Though my heart lives with color, though my heart loves more.

I am not following their cycles, I am breaking the mold,

Though I am a plague to all, I am a wonder to behold.