Two sides of a coin,
one etched
with a smile,
the other a storm.
I'm like that coin spinning on its edge.
Fluctuations of happy and sad.
Always teetering
towards a different outcome.
Before being picked up
and spun again.
Two sides of a coin.
as it spins through the air,
despair,
flips from a grin back to a tear.
Into a smile then to a sneer,
before it is caught.
Never stops still for long
before it’s on the move again.
Flying through the air
in a delicate dance
of bravery then fear.
Two sides of a coin,
as it slips between fingers,
never stops still or lingers.
It slides across,
between hope and loss.
From a dull matt to a shiny gloss.
It never stops.
Not for long
before it’s on the move again.
On which face will it land this time?
On happiness or pain.
On a fall or a climb.
Thanks for reading
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