You spoke the words…
and I found myself not only in an understanding agreement,
but with the sudden realization that I too hold the secret you do.
That, once again, we are terribly in sync with one another.

The past lies in our blood… forever binding.

We speak in confidence as we flicker through life – two flames untouched.
One knows how the other feels.

How can we not?

We’re both burning with what we run from.
Scorched and scarred are we as we fight against ourselves – a formidable foe.

My throat stings with the sorrow of your tears.
The confession of your lips throws me into the depths I’ve known yet have not seen with the insight you now give me.
For once,
my translucent cage takes form and I see it for what it is.

Inheritance.

What a cursed gift!
What a burden to bear!
Yet, part of me wishes I carried it alone.

Into your eyes,
I stare,
I find,
The weight,
I carry,
So heavy,
And I’m so sorry,
To find it there.

Again we are like one.
Again two parts of a whole.
All sorrow.
No Sun.

We fight… We cannot but win with light as our guide.

Our hope…
For purpose.
For deliverance?
I fear,
the cup might be too heavy,
too hard to bear,
too bitter,
I fear,
to drink

But it is the cup that we’ve been given…

Dare we accept and swallow?