Amanda Proctor
Two Directions, Split
Two Directions, Split
Two Directions
My feet want to move in,
Two different directions,
Pulling and twisting my legs,
Until my limbs,
Are tangled and I can’t move.
My head is split in two,
Trying to pull me apart,
Setting me against one another,
Pitted in a war,
Armies ready,
Soldiers of thought wage war.
My arms are frantically trying to,
Hold my body together,
Find the reason in confusion,
Cease the torment,
Calm the chaos,
And find a path.