A TWIN INSIDE
I have a twin.
It hides inside
the medicine bag
of my body,
as a fake seed
a false self,
a ghost child,
an empty echo,
a mockery
of the very thing
it mimics.
It carries no cargo
of its own
and yet pretends
to be seaworthy.
It is a stowaway
that rides for free
and is an excess
that occupies
but adds nothing.
I have always made
more of things
than I should
from the lack
I have felt within.
Have I done this again
with this twin –
by grafting
the appearance
of yang on to yang,
by doubling up
my dominance
on one side
more than the other?
Oh twin, you are a presence
that walks with me
but blocks my every move.
You are a pain I can
no longer carry.
You must go.
You don’t belong here.
It is time to release you.
I must clear the way
for something new
to grow,
to blossom.
My body is ready to take
its balance back.
It wants nothing to do with
imposters or intruders
anymore. Flow is what
it’s meant to know.
Fluidity is the new power
that will run through me
like the River Jordan
runs to the Sea of Galilee.
