Two Selves

A poem

Harmony Birch
Nov 7 · 1 min read
Photo by Julia Caesar on Unsplash

I drift, never fully present. Gauzy.
Toes barely brushing the ground.
My eyes never fully opened. Head tilted toward the sky where a more fantastical world awaits.

I am light.
Easily malleable.
Floating to and fro with the circumstance.
Becoming engulfed in, or oblivious to, the tide that moves me.

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Harmony Birch

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Journalist living in New York, New York. Writing about class, politics and sexism. Cohost of the podcast Rebel Girls Book Club. Hire me https://www.fiverr.com/s

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