Sliding Doors
A Poem
My life splits as the door slides
leaving a part of me on the right path
while the other part is lost
Lost in a schism that alters my route
and adjusts my expectations
because even though I am me
I am now me, in duplicate,
and the other me seems happier
even though I don’t know him
Sliding doors cut me in half
and leave me whole at the same time
creating a dichotomous life
half-lived, in full, part of the time
My friends look the same
behind each of these doors,
but I am a different person
living in the same body
not knowing which heartbeat
is my real heart
Some days I wish I could merge
and bring myself back together,
but then I realize the truth —
I wasn’t doing well before,
when I was only in one part,
and now that I’ve been cloned
maybe it gives me two chances
to succeed in different ways
until I realize that neither part
knows what to do anymore
because when the doors slid
so did my future
