|The Line| — 13

A poem

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All the years I’ve lived,
I’ve lived between places,
Being the middle one in all the cases,
I’ve given parts of me to two faces,
I’ve been between those surfaces,
I’ve lived on a line with two traces — touching each one at a time,
Dividing myself to work for two services,
I've endured curses,
Coming from two spaces,
Enough to burn two furnaces.

All the years I’ve lived,
I’ve lived between places.

© Aasma Gupta 2021

Thanks a lot for reading my poem! Fortunately, this one’s a part of a bigger family i.e., it’s a series. The series, 13, is a short one and has no more than six poems. You can check it out on my profile or check out the previous poem of this series. Get the next poem here (soon).