My Coin

When one is born
they are given a
coin with two sides.

On one side
there are feelings
that rage.

On the other side
there are feelings
that calm.

Many years ago,
my coin was split.

The dividing of
these two sides
is a slow
process of either
pain or love.

Once divided,
the other leaves,
never to return.

If it is love,
the journey is
happy and fills
one with joy,
and the pain
will leave.

If it is of pain
the path is full
of thorns that
stab and tear
at both your
head and heart,
and your love
will leave.

My split was one
of pain.

I know that I
am loved,
but since
my love left,
I can't feel.

And now I start
to wonder,
not if I am here,
like most,
but if those around
me are here.

Because if I can't
feel them,
are they there?

And If they arent
there, do I have
to be here?

Or may I leave,
hoping to find
that when I do,
I might feel.

And to see
If my life
will become
a coin with two
sides, once agian.