I have a sister in me. A twin.
I never saw her before today.
She looks just like me. Spitting image.
But she’s wiser, less impulsive.
Kind smile, no judgement.
She hugs me and says, “It’s all going to be okay,
don’t get hung up on the past, it doesn’t matter anymore, really”.
No words leave her mouth, but I can translate.
I can read her mind because we’re the same.
Sometimes it just takes some deep thought and concentration
to break through our own mental, metal barriers
unknowingly created by ourselves
to protect and survive.
Although sometimes shields are double-edged swords in disguise.
If you just let it happen, it’s not that hard to
pull it out of the stone.
cookie, poem, song, picture, word, painting
is a piece of my soul.
how many pieces will I have to cut
before I feel okay?
this normal for someone like me to realize
myriad of interview-type questions
pelted at my daydream.
that’s what it feels like.
if you cut open my chest
and put pop rocks on my heart
i think it would tingle nice |
cover the whole thing
in crystalline sugar gems
good enough to eat |
when I’m all patched up
i’ll rise, they’ll fall
throughout my body
dip into my bloodstream maybe
being sucked up like black holes |
pixie stick through my nose
as a fifteen year old
all i got was a cold |
kool aid smoke
hit my brain
I got angry then |
it’s all i have
it’s all i want
it’s all i know |||