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THE OTHER WOMAN

She, is always there…

Between us.

When I am meek and mild,

She is passionate and wild….

A dagger in my soul…

She is the antidote….

who sees you through…

when I scream obscenities,

Spit poison at you….

cunning and sly…

obsessed and possessed…

I know her, very well….

the mad woman

she makes life hell….

I see her, everyday

there is no getting away….

she dances around me

above…below…

Fast… slow…

laughing… taunting ,so….

sometimes I catch her

mirrored reflection’s

the other self…

she who wishes me ill health….

she is the demon…

who is me…

she pushes all that I love

away from me.

Author:

I have a keen interest in The Arts as therapy and a fundamental tool for understanding and managing mental health. I love nature, reading, writing, poetry, painting dance and yoga. And have a keen interest in social issues & humanities.

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