My Other Half

My Other Half
(unconscious is puddle) (conscious is sprout)

I woke up one spring morning
Mourning my past
I looked outside and it was pouring
Rushing down the roof into the gutter where it had amassed
Below the gutter there was a puddle and a sprout warring
I told myself today I was going to change the forecast
And I went soaring
Up real high out of the water
At last

It was summer now and the sprout seemed to be snoring
But the puddle had grown vast
It began to have a current that was abhorring
It drowned out the I in the sprout

Disappearing into a pile of dead leaves
I was gone
So naive
I let my mind be a thieve

Winter froze the puddle
Numbing the suffocation
The piles of leaves are covered
All I see is white

Here Now
Heaving alongside a mockingbird

Poem by Rebecca Cassidy

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