Schizophrene

My psyche is split in two:
I do not know who I am
or who I must be really.

In my head I am irrational;
in my heart I am rational.
It confuses me who I am.

Three years has passed
since my soul descended
from head to heart.

Yes, here. (Pats mid-ribs,
the crossroads
at breastbone central.)

Down here it is different.
Here reigns love. As does pain,
immeasurably just the same.

Though it persists how love rains
liberally, without end.
The universe does arrange itself.

// 06 Aug 2019

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