Two Faces of a Coin

Silence and speech
two faces of the same coin. 

Yes and no
two meanings,
two doors opening opposite ways. 

I stand on the brink
of sorrow’s treasury,
but the keys
to open the joy’s vault
are not with me. 

How can I confess
when I loved, I was not desired;
when I desired, I was not loved. 

Body and mind,
nested within each other,
neither one, nor two. 

When one rises,
the other sinks.

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