What if I died
and nobody knew...
  ...knew that I had this other life,
  these virtual night-time friends...
What if nobody
  that I can look in the eye
  ever really knows this layer of me,
    the depths I reveal
    one verse at a time...

I am fractured...
Living one life of daily work,
  marriage and motherhood,
  joys and responsibilities;
not without depth,
  and yet -
    it is a life of prose.

And this other life...
  where emotion is not a liability
  and I can rest in my instability,
   lay naked on the page -
     unashamed pure soul,
     unburdened by expectations
     or roles to play;
this life where poets
have embraced my broken and brave.

What if I never find a way,
  never learn to marry these lives
  and live fully out loud,
Will it matter in the end?
Will I even have fully lived?
Written by brokentitanium (k.)
Author's Note
I don't know.
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