I live in two worlds now

This one and theirs

I prefer theirs

But I am stuck in this one

In this world I am solid

In their world I am transparent

In this world I constantly seek to be full

In their world I am empty and in that emptiness I am full

In this world I struggle believing it is real

In their world struggle is an illusion

They have been tugging at me, pulling me into them for some time now.

They know I am a tough cookie to crack and they laugh at me often.

When I listen to them, when I hear, really hear,

And trust their voice,

Their voice becomes mine,

Their world becomes mine, this world fades,

This world is the illusion

Now you are asking yourself; who are “they” – Who is she talking about?

Is she crazy?

Is she out of her mind?

Oh, I hope you are asking that one.

Because that is exactly what I am; exactly where I am. In their world

Out of my mind…. Home

by Carol Newell