Two Worlds
I made myself wake up
Because dreaming and breathing
Then and now is not enough
I started and stopped what could have been
Then hid from opposing light, fractures of dark
To have had the chance to be denied what I wanted
Than what is most available
I made myself accept what I could not change
Tasting victory but with subtle bitterness staining my
tongue
Perhaps this is my lot in life
The poetry and the art and all the craft to be shared is
just my playground
where I can escape
Where I can mingle with others like me