We

I wrote this poem after I was diagnosed with severe maladaptive daydreaming.

We climb up the hawthorn

We stare across the field

We watch the dancing birds

Wishing to be one

We climb a little higher

We stare a little longer

We join the dancing birds

Knowing that we’re one

We hold on to each other

We need to feel the warmth

We gaze into our home

Begging for some strength

We can’t seem to let go

We don’t want to feel alone

We enter our front door

No longer being one

We lay down in our coffin

We drown in all the nothing

We feel around to realise

That “we” was only “I”

I climb up the hawthorn

I stare across the field

I watch the dancing birds

Wishing to be one

I climb a little higher

I stare a little longer

I join the dancing birds

Knowing that I’m one

I hold on to my body

I need to feel the warmth

I gaze into my home

Begging for some strength

I can’t seem to let go

I don’t want to be alone

I enter my front door

No longer being one

I lay down in my coffin

I drown in all the nothing

I feel around to realise

That “I” just wanted “we”

Author's Note

What do you think of the format and the wording?

Reviews

[Harmony Lee]

This poem resonates with me in a way that is simply profound. To your point, the format and wording are clever as they are simultaneously easy to follow yet also cause me to second-guess and ensure that I am getting the meanings or potential double-meanings as written. Thank you for sharing.