“What’s it like to be a twin?”
I’ve many times been asked.
Well, it’s just a lot like being you,
Except you’re always two.
While I am in my skin right here
I’m also over there
I’m not quite sure if I am near
Or if we’re everywhere.
But being here and being there
Has not yet stretched me thin
For I grow deeper with despair
Till I let new thoughts in
‘What thoughts are these?’ you ask, ‘pray tell.’
For I still stand my ground
While looking for myths to dispel,
Simple steps, depths profound
It helps to look from others’ eyes
And hear their silent cries
I never asked to be in two
But even when I’m one
I cannot help but ask anew
Why others’ thoughts we shun
Are we not here but for a blink
And then life’s journey ends?
Instead of waiting on the brink
For my mind to extend,
If I can step into your skin
I’ll see you like a twin
The stuff that makes me who I am
In you’s the very same
Like two buds fallen from one stem
We grew as just one name
Do I live by what I think’s right
Or choose to learn still more?
So if I saw what’s in your sight
When you stand at your door–
That it was me standing aloof
Beneath my rigid roof–
With care would I leave behind
The pride that will not bend
So I can see life from your mind
By making you my friend?
Your voice still echoes in my ears
I wonder what you’d say
If at your door I stood in tears
And asked to always stay
For strangers now we’ll never be:
I’ve wept the fear away
And swept aside the enemy
Who held your view at bay
And though it seems ineffective
To bend this way and that
It reveals how your perspective’s
A story hinged in fact
Thank you to my friend who saw perspective I could offer and suggested me as a guest on her husband’s podcast, StoryHinge. I fully enjoyed sharing some of my story as one of his first guests four years (and 90+ episodes) ago. I learned this week that my very own twin has never listened to it! So as a gift for our 40th birthday month, here is a treat you may enjoy guilt- and COVID-free before Halloween.
But I have my twin to thank for introducing me to Twenty One Pilots, a two-man band whose profound lyrics and indeterminate style have increased my faith in God, in our humanity, and in myself as a person with deep thoughts and a turbulent mind. In the song I reference for this post, you can start at the one-minute mark if you want the portion with lyrics only.
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Way to pull together your twinner-self, politics, T.Ø.P. and our pecan adventure! The poem is lovely and aside from a couple tweaks to get the cadence down, I’d say you inherited our grandmother Colleen’s talent.
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Thank you!! It’s funny how I decided at the ripe old age of 16 that I had none of the talent grandma had and wrote a pretty good poem about it 🤔 Tweak away! I allow myself unlimited edits.
Oh, thanks so much for the heart warming almost limerick style verses! (Okay, no bawdiness that is typical of limericks, but still … You may be a twin in looks, almost, and I may even STILL get you mixed up if you are not together and physically a little ways from me, but you and your twin, to me, have very different personalities and even mannerisms. With love, me
Thank you:) I keep my limericks as out-of-bawdy an experience as I can LOL It’s been a delightful experience watching my twin become her own person. And I can’t keep people’s names straight who aren’t even related, so no worries here;)
“out of bawdy…” ROFL Hahahaha