Rising from the core, the air balloons in her throat
A gasp escapes her lips
Quiet like a butterfly
No one notices she's amiss

She lives her life in these moments
Unsure what is real, what is not
Everyday a routine
She wonders will she ever stop

Privileged, she experienced the other
A side of life often unlived
Discovery of a person
Perhaps she was meant to give

Separated by life, love, and sadness
Her heart is now confused
A future fuzzy and grey
Her mind battered and bruised

And so the cycle continues
Each day a mind divided
One life of rules and commitment
The other of souls united