Between two worlds,
He sits there,
And smiles,
For what other way will grant him passage to either?
He is pale and he is dark,
He is young and he is old,
This man who sits between two worlds.
Never wholly belonging to one or the other,
He navigates the in-between,
With a heart torn.
He is free and he is imprisoned,
He is hopeful and he is defeated,
This man who sits between two worlds.
Deep longing and desire,
Keep him forever observing,
With an ache in his mind.
He feels pain and he feels joy,
He hides and he shines,
This man who sits between two worlds.
Is he cursed or is he blessed?
Witnessing two worlds,
Seeing more than most.
His strength is undeniable,
His resilience, unwavering.
This man who sits between two worlds.
May he eventually find peace,
In a place, warm and accepting,
Where his heart is happy,
Where his mind is free,
And may we all be kind,
To the ones who sit between two worlds.
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