Transitions of Person

She and I are one in the same.

We are two sides of the same coin,
and yet we are the same face.

Without her I wouldn't be here,
and without me she wouldn't be allowed a second chance.

We exist to few,
and many.

The few that remember her
can't stand the thought of me.
The many who know me,
are terrified of the concept of her.

She is the blue in my artwork
and I am the black in the shadows.
She is the hands pressing into my shoulder blades,
and I am the chains keeping myself grounded.

I feel her sorrow, her pain,
all of it hides under the cover of my own.

There's a loneliness to her existence,
and there's trepidation in her actions.
There's a fear that he will never forgive her,
no matter what she does
he can't forgive her first sins.

Then it becomes my job to right her mistakes,
but how can I do that?
How can I go back and fix what was broken?

I'm only human.

She and I are one in the same.
We share the same name,
the same face,
almost near identical personas...

But I am not her.
She may be a form of me, but I am not her.

I am in a rotation,
moving away from my fears about not being good enough,
not being enough
to be close to her.

I thought she was perfect, flawless,
and that's why he sought me out
because I was her.

But I realized, she is far from it.
She was never perfect, or flawless,
and while he came looking for her he found me.

I don't want to be her,
I am not her.
And for the first time, I'm okay with that.