With one eye, she saw heaven.
With the other one, hell.
Her role was to try to live in between…
In between the demons,
the angels in between.
With half her heart she hated.
While the other half loved.
Her role was to try to stem the flood…
Stem the flood of anger,
of happiness stem the flood.
With half her brain she ranted
With the other half, cried.
Her role was to try to survive the day…
Survive the day of mania
of depression survive the day.
As the pendulum reaches its extremes
the center is far away.
Her role was to try to balance it all…
Balance angels, happiness and mania
balance demons, anger and depression
to just survive her day.
I shared a photo on Facebook from the page ‘Humans of New York‘, picturing this dog with one blue and one brown eye. The quote with the photo was “His owner told me that according to Native American myth, dogs with different coloured eyes can see both heaven and hell”. A friend of mine commented on my post, wondering if the same went for people with different-coloured eyes… I have no idea, but in that comment this poem was born.