Split is how I feel
Like a twig broken into two
With two very sharp edges
Uncertain on both ends.

Ironically, the thinner the edge,
The sharper it is
But also more brittle 
Than the whole.


Split is how I feel
Like a chunk of ice
Broken off from the iceberg
Floating on uncharted water

Ironically, the iceberg 
Shall stay where it is
And the lighter chunk of ice 
Shall flow with the waves