Being Two

Words are forming slowly
yet tumble quickly from her mouth.
I remember being two myself.

How was it I understood all
they were saying
but could never make myself heard?

Each scene was bewilderment β€”
every stanza failed.
I recall the outrage even now.

To sit at the window alone
was solace β€”
a silent slipping into
the hum of the world.

Copyright Simon Heathcote

--

--

The Power of Poetry is a place to show the world your creativity πŸ’š your imagination and passion for writing 🎁 theaugmentedman.medium.com/membership 🟒 Follow to join our 8K+ daily readers

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store
Simon Heathcote

Psychotherapist writing on the human journey for some; irreverently for others; and poetry for myself; former newspaper editor. Heathcosim@aol.com