#1719-Ordinary

Two halves,

Desperate to align.

Striving to live as one,

Yet fighting,

The inevitable dichotomy,

Of light and dark.

Meanwhile,

Feathers protrude,

A lone crown tilts,

Legs dangle,

As memories swirl

Around a shadowy past,

With the first rays,

Of a sunrise,

Hoping to be seen,

By anyone awake,

Dreaming, or alive.