r/TraumaTherapy • u/Mistiblue222 • 12h ago
Half of a whole
Half of a Whole
I used to walk this world in twos,
Two shadows stretching in our shoes,
Two laughs that echoed down the hall,
Two voices answering every call.
We shared a face, a crooked grin,
The same wild storm beneath our skin,
A secret language, soft and fast—
A promise that our bond would last.
But promises can’t fight a ghost,
And drugs can steal the ones we love the most.
One phone call split the sky in two—
Now half the world is missing you.
They said “overdose” like just a word,
Like thunder distant, barely heard.
But I felt lightning crack my chest,
And grief moved in and built a nest.
Because you weren’t just family, you were me,
My mirror, my symmetry.
The one who knew my silent pain,
The one who danced inside my brain.
Now mornings come and feel half-made,
Like someone stole the sun and shade.
I stare at mirrors, lost and thin—
Not sure which half of me is mine within.
Who am I without your voice?
Without our jokes, our reckless choice?
Without your hand to guide my way
When life got hard and skies went gray?
My life’s a room with pieces thrown,
A house that doesn’t feel like home.
Bills and worries crowd the floor,
Dreams we once had—shut in a drawer.
I need to fix it, build it right,
But grief has stolen all my sight.
The map we drew is torn apart…
You took the compass from my heart.
Some nights I whisper to the air,
As if your spirit’s lingering there.
“Tell me, sis, where do I start?
How do I live with half a heart?”
And in the quiet, soft but clear,
I swear your laughter still appears.
Not loud, not bright, not like before—
But just enough to crack the door.
Maybe I’m not meant to be
The girl I was when you were with me.
Maybe this broken, shaking start
Is how I build a braver heart.
Maybe the road is mine to see,
Not half of you—but all of me.
And though the ache will never end,
Your love is stitched beneath my skin.
So I’ll pick up one small piece today,
Just one lost shard along the way.
A step, a breath, a fragile start—
With you still living in my heart.
Because twins like us don’t break apart,
Even death can’t split that art.
You’re gone from sight, but not from me…
I’m still your half.
You’re still my symmetry.