Two Sides of the Pole
Let them meet someday.
I’ve been looking at the ceiling for quite too long. It feels like I’m drowning. Have you ever felt like that these days?
Alone — somewhere in the middle of it all
A pull of strings unseen
like every cell is attached to it
it takes less force to go backward
step after step consistently — backward
Heels are too lazy even to gather strength to attempt any forward motion
Toes? god the toes creep in
celebrating the bells of silence — at rest
People — on the right
A burning metal they hold
Every strike breaks my bones
it crushes, pain, and gore but “a done”
each makes a step
Do you have any idea how painful each is taken for it?
Clarity
on the right, they know too well what to do
never questioning what they don’t know
For it is right — what they know
I nod in my aloneness
I understand, I do
But rightness doesn’t stand with society’s acceptance, does it?
Should it?
Sincerest prayers for the branches to move alone even when their roots are cut off
I hope they would
People — on the left
Oh my kind people
I was one, locked up in the idea of goodness
of what should be,
and what should not
Standards are more dangerous than confidence itself
Confidence can break, can
But theirs? Ours.
There is something unbreakable in it
Both are dangerous — poles
Confidence and goodness
I pray they meet in agreement someday
Me? As for me, I’ll stay somewhere in the middle.
Together with the people who understand me when I leave this;
I am what I am
I am them
They are one
but they can’t see — yet
Stay to stay
Use my blood, exhaust me
in exchange
let the poles meet
Let them.
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