(written November 2025)

Each day, duality spins my mind.
I walk the line between darkness and light.
In the dark, I cry tears of sorrow.
Within the light, I smile.
I berate myself for being human.
I must remain stoic while keeping a stiff upper lip.
I am my father’s daughter, and I am not allowed to trip.
And so I skip happily, while my insides rip.
Torn asunder by my weakness until the pretense
I can no longer maintain, as obsidian tears drown me again.
Then I remember I am in a state of liminality.
Shedding the layers of my past.
Healing does not happen overnight.
But with resilience, I will one day remember how to fly

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