I Live with a Dichotomy
I live with a dichotomy,
divisions in my mind
ever present, always searching
for what I cannot find.
When I am on the one side,
truth is on the other.
When spark of passion rises,
something is sure to smother.
Turning left and then to right,
my mental neck does snap;
and when I seek to grasp,
I feel caught in a trap.
In the corner of my eye,
a shadow seems to leer
but when I turn to look,
my vision is unclear.
Divide me down the middle
and in the bloody flow
perhaps you’ll find the answer
to what I’ll never know:
what is the vital portion
destined to the light of day
if partitions in my mind
would have gone away.
A poem revealing the diversity of thought in one's own mind
I live with a dichotomy,
divisions in my mind
ever present, always searching
for what I cannot find.
When I am on the one side,
truth is on the other.
When spark of passion rises,
something is sure to smother.
Turning left and then to right,
my mental neck does snap;
and when I seek to grasp,
I feel caught in a trap.
In the corner of my eye,
a shadow seems to leer
but when I turn to look,
my vision is unclear.
Divide me down the middle
and in the bloody flow
perhaps you’ll find the answer
to what I’ll never know:
what is the vital portion
destined to the light of day
if partitions in my mind
would have gone away.
© Copyright 2008 Karen M. Crump
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