LIVING WITH TWO HEARTS
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Last published Thu, Oct 19, 2023
This is a poem that discusses the possibility of living with more than one behavioral Identity as well as navigating through changes as we journey through life.
We live in a world where standards are made as to how we should live our lives from the days of our birth,from our society, culture, ethnicity ,most especially religion.
Personally,
I've struggled with identity crisis.This is a period of uncertainty and confusion in which a person's sense of identity becomes insecure, typically due to a change in their expected aims or role in their usual life or the society at large.
The short poem 'Living with two hearts',It embraces personal growth and free will, yet, discusses the difficulty in doing away with the way of life that we didn't choose to live ourselves.
It's completely okay to feel like you want to live your own life on your own terms,Yes. You're not rebellious or irresponsible.
There's more to be revealed as you read the poem.
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