Member Poem

It’s difficult to know what’s really mine,
The hands, the hair, all carbons of another,
A double helix split to redefine
The child, a twin to her own mother.

The hands, the hair, all carbons of another,
Not one detail missed in fabrication –
The child, a twin to her own mother,
A hostage to eternal obligation.

Not one detail missed in fabrication,
But for every moment I draw breath
A hostage to eternal obligation,
A mirror never meant to reflect death.

But for every moment I draw breath
I’m something more than you and less than whole,
A mirror never meant to reflect death –
The destiny of every mortal soul.

I’m something more than you and less than whole,
A double helix split to redefine
The destiny of every mortal soul –
It’s difficult to know what’s really mine.