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Oct 2020
I'm in two
Two of me in one body
Both for God
One for the people I chose to surround me
And one for myself
And I trust only God to see the conflict between the two
Because when I'd tried to show hints of it to people
Their response was unwelcoming and caused the divide between these two parts of me to grow
And its conflicting because
That same person gave me something
a metaphor of their own perception of me -
It doesn't sit right with me
Doesn't look right where I've hung it on my wall
Doesn't look right in its original form or
In the form I redesigned for it
It looks beautiful either way
But its intent(?) doesn't sit right with me
To the point where unity becomes even harder for me to achieve
This is probably more thoughts and journalling than poetry
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