The Other Half Not Whole (a poem)

Ancient cracked statue of a woman with parts disintegrating at sunset in a desert landscape

Within these four walls my soul screams in silence

I rest comfortably uncomfortable alone but not lonely contemplating all that has gone by

and all that is yet to come

Realizing that I am only half-whole desiring that I will find you or you me but never living with the expectation that we will do

My elemental demons are chained, segregated and tortured compartmentalized seething and wreathing in constant anguish that none shall ever truly know

but my window reveal only a hint of what lies inside

The myriad of anguish,

of hatred,

of betrayal,

of longing,

of desperation,

of curiosity,

of disdain,

of living unfulfilled and of a slow, agonizing death

…of dreams bound and chained waiting for any opportunity to be set free and rest in your arms once more

quid intus

Adiuva me vertrem figuram mundi

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