Two Halves of A Whole

I’m stuck half way;
In between
The person I am,
And who I want to be.
Transition started and
Strings broken,
Where is the line they call me?
Tell me what I’m supposed to do.
Two halves of one whole,
One jagged, one smooth
And they just won’t fit.
Leave me at the roadside;
Weather one side down
Or both.
Maybe they’ll fit then.


1/28/2009