I have called myself many names
Mostly proper nouns
I was a twin — not a Gemini
A duo who went solo
I’ve been blue that turned to something darker
I’ve circled my eyes with coal
Face streaked with the crimson of imagined enemies
Each new self replacing the old
Always an arm’s length from the ones peering in
I don’t want to be known
Let me be the shadow cast on your mind
If you get scared but want to hold my hand
Reach for me; it’ll be fine
It will be safe enough for all of us.
I’ve been looking for an excuse to use this Pexels photo. Looks like tonight’s the night.