Why do you think you are only half?

Why do you think you are only half?
When in reality you are double…
Please don’t argue this point…
Because it is true.

The roots of your life extend everywhere…
Roots of timely endurance…
Inexpressible tough…
Inexpressible delicate.

You are rimmed with an aura of color…
Deep reds and sparkling golds…
Changing with each act of kindness…
Making you open to the sky

Yet, sadness lay hidden…
Caught in a game of win or lose…
It is a pointless cycle…
An angry joy.

Listen to your wild feelings…
The hysterical pinks and yellows…
You are more than you can find in any book…
So, snap out of it!
You are not half, you are double.

I love you,

Annie