SEASON(ing)

I’m always hugging when
I should be pushing away.
I always start to bloom
and then the weeds
start tugging me. 
I dance when I am sad,
Spinning and
spinning in circles,
And shed a tear
when I am glad. 
But when I feel content
I want to fight
you all the more.
The yang just
keeps on knocking
but the yin wants to
shut the door. 

Author: thefragrancewriter

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