Cavern

Living underneath the shadow of my ideal twin
Is like living in a merciless, dark cavern.
For all the times I think
My existence is doomed to the brink
Of whatever is there between half death
And half life, I rise to the hazy life
That’s filled with caffeine,
Mere bitterness and riots.

That’s when I started to the scars on
my body like braille,
for I no longer know how
to tell a story that belongs
deeply to me, but is
no longer just mine.
It’s a cohesion of all within
All without.
And everything that has left me bereft.
For all days, I stayed in the cavern,
For all the moments I’ve shaded myself within,
I thrive to become my ideal twin.
The one who lives in the veils of the sun,
Out in the bright light.