For your poems.
I feel like I’m two people- one is always jumping forwards and the other is always being dragged behind. Sometimes I’m only going forward, whoever I am. I can’t see the sides, or even behind me. I can only walk forward- look forward. I’m so tired of running with this weight, of being dragged endlessly behind. If the first falls off a cliff, I often wonder if the second will follow. If my passion dies, will my anxiety die too? Who will I be, if it doesn’t? Either way I’ll be one person. Whole.
I’m not sure I can be whole without the fall.