Save Me From the Pendulum

Save Me From the Pendulum 

Christine Bianca Pelliccio 

O God, this is the straw of finality. 
Save me from the going, 
Forth and back, 
From and to, 
There and here. 
Were that I could stop myself, 
I would do my best. 
I repulse like a magnet, 
Put up against its same side, 
From the daunt of 
Too much 
Or too little, 
Too many 
Or too few. 
From the strength of one, 
To the weakness of another. 
My palms grip for a sturdy branch, 
Which I have come to feel only on opposite sides, 
Where all the people are. 
This in-between land, 
Of both shadows and brights, 
I have found but a few 
That sing from both sides of their mouth, 
Keys minor and major. 
They hold many faces, 
And yet each have one. 
The clinking in their footsteps 
Rightfully tricks me; 
Maybe there is concrete 
Beneath this apparent sand? 
Let gravity befall me, 
As I swing to some middle place. 
Let me sing both melody and harmony, 
As my sway settles to a hum. 
O God, 
Save me from the pendulum.

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Christine Bianca Pelliccio
Film Photographer & Writer

Christine explores beauty and grit through her photography and words. Her work has been published in Thin Space Art & Theology Journal, and DIIGIMA of Moody Bible Institute. You can view more of her work at https://biancavisual.com/

This poem was originally published in Thin Space, the Art & Theology Journal of Moody Bible Institute

Photography by Artyom Shamsutdinov