Poetry Journal - 1
Updated: May 31
Everywhere I wander
It's as though I'm split in two,
That there is half of me that lives,
The other watching while I do.
And no matter where I am
I'm only even there in part,
How can there be two lives
Inside one body and one heart ?
I'm here but always elsewhere,
A piece of me has raced ahead,
Half with eyes turned to the sky
And half that's watching where I tread.
Until I'm mourning losing moments
That I've not even seen end,
On those I'm yet to call a friend.
And I'm left holding the question
Of which half is really me,
What if one is who I am,
The other who I hope to be ?
But I just chase myself in circles
Trying to live as part of each,
What if I've placed all of my worth
Inside a half I'll never reach ?
- Erin Hanson 2016