The Invisible Wall

it goes both ways

most days I know which side I'm on

but then, that'd be on top

with a view of all

and no intent to choose 

just half of one

because from where I stand

there is only one side

that's been consciously separated

by all the mes in you

and all the yous in me

putting you and me on opposite sides

of an imaginary line

that makes one choose a side

believing the other side

is off limits

"i'll live"

but that's not what I asked

and still I can't judge

because I lie just the same

in truths you can't dispute

every time I say "I'm fine"

with just enough

trained inflection 

to sound genuine

despite the tears choking me inside

why?

do we think we're helping each other?

do our truth-lies bridge the divide?

does it help to think we're on separate sides?

"I'll live"

"I'm fine"

What are we missing?

The invisible wall...

-M.E.

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