Divided
This house
Cannot stand
Against itself.
Divided
Like the loot after a heist
Like loyalties
Like the continent
Like rational numbers in
Irrational situations.
Take this thing here
Whatever it is
(It doesn’t matter, really)
And divide it in two
Three, four,
Infinity.
It’s a test question, a game,
An experiment to see how thin we can spread
Everything
Until
Divided
We all fall down
Give up
Go home
Let the bad guys win.
(I came across this while looking for lines to use for #1linewed on Twitter. I wrote it last year, but it’s shockingly reflective of how I’m feeling today. Divided Highway image by Jen via Flickr)
What a powerful poem!
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Thank you, Kim. I’m glad you liked it.
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This is AMAZING, Elizabeth!! I think you can interpret it on so many levels–each reader can take from it the unique way it relates to their life. So, powerful, as Kim says!!! WOW!
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I’m so glad you liked it. Thanks.
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