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

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