Twin

the two 

halves of me are

rolling on the ground 

pummeling each other

currently the selfish half

is on top

that is all too often

the way of it

I am trying to talk

myself 

around, saying

be generous

you want good things 

for other people

you want happiness 

to fall upon them

the dark half

remains wordless with

disgust

silent under her own

hurting 

and she bears down

a little harder

on her nicer

sister 

when the sun comes up

the better half

will have the upper hand

again

this battle just

keeps on raging 

flip-flopping through

the hours

these two will

keep squabbling 

needling each other

like kids in the back seat

of the car together 

I am trying to talk

myself 

around, saying

be unstinting 

you want healing

for other people

you want bountiful gifts

to wash over them

you are a good, kind person

the dark half 

shakes her head

she doesn’t 

believe it