One half wants to live,
the other longs to die.
One half is blind faith,
the other keeps asking why.
One half wants relationship.
The other to purely worship.
One settles for the minimum.
The other says the fight is worth it.
Two needs to become one,
or maybe three.
What's in the middle?
What connects the way?
What am I missing?
What revelation is needed?
Two needs to merge into one,
so the waves can settle.
So they can even.
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Comments1
Loved this. Very clever write. A true mental manipulation
Thank you, soren. Glad you liked it. -
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