“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.
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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
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‘What thoughts are these?’ you ask, ‘pray tell.’
For I still stand my ground
While looking for myths to dispel,
Simple steps, depths profound
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It helps to look from others’ eyes
And hear their silent cries
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I never asked to be in two
But even when I’m one
I cannot help but ask anew
Why others’ thoughts we shun
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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
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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
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For strangers now we’ll never be:
I’ve wept the fear away
And swept aside the enemy
Who held your view at bay
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And though it seems ineffective
To bend this way and that
It reveals how your perspective’s
A story hinged in fact
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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.
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.
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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
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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;)
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“out of bawdy…” ROFL Hahahaha
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