He came
towards me
Ungainly, clumsy
In his gait
As if too
long
He had
slept
And had to
learn
To walk
again
He had
slept too long
Hiding in
the crevasses
Of my shame,
waiting out
The snow
storm of self doubt
The
blizzard of fear, hoping
To blow
itself into spring
Blundering
towards me
I froze in
fearful uncertainty
How does
one greet oneself?
How do you
say hello
To fragments
of yourself
Phantoms of
yesterday
Who haunt
my today
I turned to
run
Fearful of
my fear
But love,
took me
By the hand,
held me
And whispered
in my ear
This is
yourself, the other part
The shadow
you
We met
This shadow
and I
And looking
in his eyes
I saw
myself as I had been
Another self,
yet still the same
Two
survivors who had endured
Two tales
of one story
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