In Awed Horror Poem by Margaret Alice

Got my translation back, making it clear why
I am who I am, two alternatives, I consistently
choose the wrong one, I use the continuous
tense in the wrong place, everything has to
be changed around, every phrase restated

Staring in awed horror at the mess I made
delighted to realize there really is something
different in my thinking process, rebellion is
ingrained in my mental landscape, I cannot
act in the same way as everyone else

Everybody works very hard on sameness, but
it is a spiritual principle that diversity is the most
beneficial part of the game, one connected to the
energy stream is more powerful that millions who
are not, I’m bursting at the seams with energy

Overflowing into aggression and wild movements,
when toning everything down to sit quietly like the
rest of the crowd, I become physically ill; allowing
my soul freedom to froth and seethe, I feel truly
alive, I can see why I give offence

I forgive myself for being so contrary and forgive
others for not having space for me, I probably would
have killed another person like me in impatience and
frustration, thank heaven my colleagues are angels
otherwise they would have hired an assassin

To remove my asinine person from amongst them…