This was the first poem I ever wrote in my whole life. It was a very strange feeling at first, to feel words coming out of me that I knew were not my own and feeling like I was going to bust at the seams if I didn’t pen them. Quick. Hurry. Get Paper. Demanding little things, they are! Really, though, this description does not do the experience justice, but it is the best I can do with the words I that come to mind right now! I hope you enjoy it!
This World That
As I vacillate from this world to that
You assume this world is of real,
And that is of fantasy.
You see my eyes shift,
You watch my soul leave,
And in a flash
Just as you know me in this world.
But really I am most at home in that world.
You don’t know me in that world as you know me in this.
As we grow, I share, you share,
As our souls collide for instances,
You come to know that me—
The real me.
The real me is the me of that world, not this.
But the me of this and that world—that me
Loves you from the depths of both,
The depths of this being, that soul—