Schism Prism

Schism Prism

Schism Prism 150 150 Amanda N. Butler

The path to the right –
the soil is embossed with roots –
the other, a heartened roundabout;
I am told I cannot take both at once.

Which path is to be –
the universal or the protest, to define me?
An eyeglass to the schism,
cuts of the same prism – with one Light.

The two paths are one Way,
different dawns to the same day –
we all have a mountain to climb –
but either way is all about Him.


Amanda N. Butler

Amanda N. Butler has loved writing ever since she learned that sentences could be split to form poems. Amanda writes fiction and poetry. Born in Connecticut and raised in Massachusetts, she now resides in Florida. Amanda holds a BA in Professional Writing and is currently working toward her MBA. Her first chapbook, Tableau Vivant, was released by Dancing Girl Press. Her poetry has also been published in Sandhill Review and A Celebration of Young Poets.

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