when every fiber of your being
is screaming
that it wants you to do one thing–

except for all the fibers
that are screaming,
maybe even louder,
for you to do another. . .

this is no civil war–

for it’s no fight
against your sister
or your brother–

but between the one
that’s come to learn
you cannot live your dream
and the one deep in your heart
that’s ready
for a different kind of scene.

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