I was once accused of choosing to be different<\/p>\n
Because I preferred the gray in the ceiling of the world<\/span><\/p>\n Instead of the joyful blue.<\/span><\/p>\n But we do not appoint the electricity in our brain<\/span><\/p>\n Or the manner of blood as it rushes through our fingers<\/span><\/p>\n My eyes chose the gray with the green green grass<\/span><\/p>\n As easily as my lungs chose air.<\/span><\/p>\n As if oddness were a decision<\/span><\/p>\n I prefer the days where moving feels like swimming<\/span><\/p>\n Or a constant embrace from a stale warm breath<\/span><\/p>\n I hide from the moments by the shore in the sun<\/span><\/p>\n It\u2019s my body, not me<\/span><\/p>\n If I only could luxuriate in the sun\u2019s embrace<\/span><\/p>\n Or cheer with the blue and the green green grass<\/span><\/p>\n But my manner is not appointed by me<\/span><\/p>\n My nuclei have ordained it <\/span><\/p>\n Thus I must follow<\/span><\/p>\n The gray days with the chartreuse trees<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I was once accused of choosing to be different Because I preferred the gray in the ceiling of the world Instead of the joyful blue. But we do not appoint the electricity in our brain Or the manner of blood as it rushes through our…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":776,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18675","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18675","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/776"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18675"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18675\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18679,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18675\/revisions\/18679"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18675"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18675"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18675"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}