—
What if we coexist
CONCURRENTLY,
incredibly?
What if we are dancing through this
DUALITY,
indelibly?
What if we are persons
in parallel,
APART?
What if our only
difference
was our start?
What if there were
CHOICES
in the past, that existed?
What if there were bonds
that held tight,
that RESISTED?
What if FREEDOM
of choice
had been an option?
What if it wasn’t
just the cold word
of ADOPTION?
What if there are two of me
living lives
in PARALLEL,
one born to rules
and the other
to RAISE SOME HELL.
—
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Damien B. Donnelly 
Hi Dami! I came back to see if there were any comments on this one but sadly not. It resonated strongly and I hoped to find some discussion. It seems quite strident with all the block capitals! Nigel and I saw my double once; we were walking through a square in Winchester UK years ago and a woman coming towards us was the spitting image of me. We both felt that very strongly at the time and checking with Nigel now he’s just as certain today that she was my double! Its a weird feeling!! If you’re willing to share some thoughts on this poem it’d be great 🙂