By: Nathan Hill~


My father said it was my fate,
to never be quite whole.
Duality’s a family curse,
that takes a heavy toll.

But little boys could never grasp,
the words my father said.
For years repeating patiently,
he etched them in my head.

And as I grew I came to know,
the landscape of my heart.
Where blinding love and burning rage,
were never far apart.

An angel pure and demon wild,
existing in one space.
As halo’s glow and blood soaked horns,
reside above my face.

So if you choose to take this man,
and keep him close to you.
Then burn it deeply in your heart,
you love not one, but two.


© Nathan Hill. All rights reserved, a month ago