Splitting

First came the pain,
Then the blessing
When the anaesthesia flowed
I could do anything

You touched it
It hurt still but not sharp
Like a tug of membranes
Only a little splitting

We’re all good
We’re all bad
Hard to decide some days
If the struggle is worth it

Till I do the math
Add the happy ending
First comes the pain,
Then the blessing

 

Splitting- defense mechanism.
dichotomy of thought…IMG_6659

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