I thought a poem or three might be in order...
I walk the line
I walk the Line of will and won’t
I sit the fence of do and don’t
I stand atop a pinpoint, balanced
And what scares me is the complete abandon
With which I could launch myself
Eyes open, into the unknown
My sick Heart
The love I have is no less
And for that matter not greater
Than those who love
With hearts that beat better and stronger
Than my own sick heart
The pain I feel is heavy and hard
Dark as the black rubbed from the night
And squeezes on my own sick heart
As unyielding as if it could not burst open wide
And should it shatter, this fragile heart
I would be in good company
Of the heartbroken who have come before
And did not judge me by my weakness
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Self and Other Me
Self is me, the flesh and bone
Other is she-split off of we
And ne’er the twain shall meet.
Self has breath and life and heart
Other has fire and sense apart
Other, she pines and has desires
Where Self looks on as things transpire
Self and Other a unique pair
Self’s closed eyes can see her there
Watching Other as she does her best
Living the life that Self protects
Self is cautious and ever aware
Of Other letting down her hair
She does the things that Self would not
While Other is free , Self is chained
Where Other’s untroubled , Self is strained.
Self’s behavior is scrutinized
While Other lives to fantasize
The twain have met and made fast friends
Other is mighty and so persuasive
Life is sweet and often short and should ne’er be wasted
Now Other and Self both are me
She and I are one and We
Our blood flows through shared physic
Both are strong, neither; weak
Loving and living as we believe
With open heart and smile a glowing
Hyper-observant and colors showing
We, as one, Present and new .
