30 days, 30 poems.
There are two me’s.
Me and I.
I and me.
One was created for me.
The other I created.
But yet, it’s still so hard to tell,
Which one is real.
There’s me.
The me that’s polite to strangers,
Holds doors open,
And uses my indoor voice.
But, me is exhausting.
Then, I.
I who loves the rain.
I who has nothing to complain about,
But complains anyway.
I who wants to see the world.
But I is a fantasy, a dream.
But then again, maybe there’s us.
An us who can co-exist,
And find a balance.
But then again, I remember,
me left I in the light Edinburgh rain.
Alisan Keesee 