SECOND SELF

 

The second self of me is the gift

unwrapped.

The adventure in need of a path.

A stone to be dislodged.

A bridge that crosses every part,

leading to passions and fears.

It’s a road without a friendly door

or room without a place to hide;

My second self forces me to sunlight.

I’ll shed a skin, maybe between clouds

or a under a soaking rain

and find a place I best fit in

my second self and me.

 

 

 

 

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