There’s another me
I don’t think you’ve met her before
We are not separate.
We are one.
She sits back in silence amongst the public eye
Behind closed doors she will cry.
She wants to be introduced
But my fear of rejection confines her in a locked cell.
I have seen glimpses of who we could be or perhaps really are
These visions and dreams for our life don’t match our social status or where we belong.
She says, “Look this is God’s plan for us.”
I’m not buying it because we’re not good enough
At least, not I.
I think she’s working trickery.
This is more like what she wants.
She wants more and believes there is greater for us
I tag along to comfort her and not kill her dreams
Uncertainty tells me it will never manifest
Yet, her unfullfillment is my death
She’s my heart.
My hope for moving forward.
I want to be her
We are so close, yet so far
The distance from today to tomorrow
Measures in sorrow
She’s free to dream
While I remain under lock and key
Despite my suppression she rises with unfathomable imaginations
Once again I’m captivated.
These dreams seem real
Truth must be revealed
So she can become more than my means of survival
But to become who we are meant to be
No longer rivals.