Description
Two left sides,
mirrors turning,
a labyrinth of questions woven in my skin.
Blue lines trace my veins,
rivers of hidden words,
flowing to silent seas.
The right side,
rests in shadows,
a quiet sage,
waiting in the peace of acceptance.
The left,
a voice like soft wind,
whispers familiar circles,
seeking an unopened door
in the curve of time.
And somewhere, unseen,
a light threads from left to right,
an invisible bridge.
I step,
turned inside out,
and meet myself
where both halves touch.