here and there is nowhere.
i’m like a missing person,
folded up on the line of my life,
trying to be right down the middle
and pretending that i can stay here-
that i won’t eventually wear down
in the crease.
that i won’t become soft in the fold,
that i keep unfolding
and refolding.
as if the threat of
merely falling into two pieces
is of no consequence
to the slow tear that i act out
every minute
of every hour
of every day.
folding in on myself.
folding two halves
into one,
on top,
of the other.
still not one,
but two other halves
fighting to each be their own whole
and feeling as though the line they meet on
somehow makes them one in the same together-
and not two opposing forces.
they leave me flat in the middle,
while pulling me thin from both sides.
to tear-
i think-
is the only way out of this crease in my life.
to pull the halves apart.
not wait for them to fall away.
to stop trying to hold it together
while being crushed in between the opposing forces.
to just let it go.
to let it fall.
a little torn on the edges…
soft to the touch,
slightly frayed,
unable to cut anymore.


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  1. #1 by SalvaVenia on May 1, 2014 - 3:46 pm

    Accepting solution.

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