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Twin Views

One for the World, One for the Self.

By Michelle Liew Tsui-LinPublished 3 months ago β€’ 1 min read
Twin Views
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We often have two selves-or more than two.

One for the world to see, one for the self.

One soul in the shadow, one in the light.

πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€

Your soul

Shimmering at the mirror’s edge

Shadow formed, yet too long

Lurking at the edge of my name

As if someone else calls.

πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€

But I did not answer.

Treading a path oft beaten.

You took the turn I shunned

Walked through a storm only I saw

And understood.

πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€

From my cage of safety

I lauded your courage

The wild of the unknown

Your flame burned on

Mine was lit, yet cold.

πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€

Yourselfβ€”

Free, opening doors to life,

Tucked in creased folds, unseen.

Mineβ€”

For display,

Pausing by the knob

Of the door

To the known.

πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€

As oneβ€”

Me seen, you in the mindβ€”

Mould a self

Complete

The same pulse

Throbbing over two worldsβ€”

πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€

Form unseenβ€”

One a soul,

One a mask.

πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€πŸ‘€πŸ–€

Original Poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.

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About the Creator

Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin

Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.

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  • Angie the Archivist πŸ“šπŸͺΆ3 months ago

    Excellent take on the challenge! I especially like: β€œ Your soul Shimmering at the mirror’s edge Shadow formed, yet too long Lurking at the edge of my name As if someone else calls.β€πŸ’–

  • Sandy Gillman3 months ago

    I love how you explore the split between who we are and who we show to the world. Very relatable.

  • Komal3 months ago

    Oof, that was hauntingly beautiful! πŸ‘ I caught that quiet ache in β€œMine was lit, yet cold” that’s the line where your hidden self whispers the loudest.

  • Stephanie Hoogstad3 months ago

    Beautiful poem. Interesting how you decouple yourself from your mask in the beginning and then reunite them in the end as one person going forth into the world. Very well done, and good luck on the Challenge.

  • Excellent words for the challenge

  • Lana V Lynx3 months ago

    So true, Michelle, a beautiful poem!

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