Halves

Halves,

my left and right halves

One holding on to the past

One reaching out for the hope –

The hope that shimmers

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Halves,

my top and bottom halves

One looking for directions

One moving us there –

but we still get lost, a lot

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Halves,

my hard and fragile halves

One that keeps us brave and strong

One that breaks, aches, and embraces all the sharp edges –

bleeding, tearing, then with a smile –

healing

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Halves,

my frozen and vibrant halves

One that breathes in coldness and stillness

One that moves beautifully and points out the colorfulness and richness

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Halves,

my physical and emotional halves

Each is a blessing but yet a curse

One half lit up someone’s eyes so they held my close

The other however emitted too much heat so they left

One half poured out thoughts and art so they stayed

The other somehow slacked and failed to show up so they dismissed

It’s never enough.

Half of me isn’t.

So, aren’t they - those who can only take half

Cuz I cannot let anyone leave me in half

Never again.

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Halves,

my sensible and logical halves

One shows up as a scientist and programmer

One lives her secret life as a poet and philosopher

Both are me.

Either is enough.

Yet either deserves to be left behind.

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They left. I stayed -

with all my halved cut in different angles

with stiches and scars –

the only whole form of this soul.

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