TWINS
by Doreen Grace Kester
Two twins went to sleep one night.
One dreamed of the future.
The other dreamed of the past.
One twin jumped onto a cruise ship.
The other joined a battleship.
As neurons fired and wired on both vessels,
The twins began to shift and split,
New scripts created new realities.
On the cruise ship, one twin danced and sang.
New dreams filled the heart with hope.
Gratitude spilled over into joy,
Which made a life well-lived.
The other twin sat in ashes,
Wallowed in self-pity and blamed others,
They held on tight to injustice and bitterness,
Then grew ill from broken heartedness,
Until waves of regret swallowed their boat,
And the twin drowned in sorrow.
Within the imagination,
Parallel universes exist,
And I get to choose:
Which of the two twins will I be?
