Poem
Inside all of us is another person
Not the one others see
Not the one your family knows
Not some demon
Not some angel
But deep
Sometimes secret
Even to you
It’s there
Hidden, unseen
It’s You
A mitochondrial passenger
Not in your head
Nor your heart
But deep within
Not symbiotic
Not intrusive
Intrinsically true
Unchanging
Neither good nor bad
But you know
It’s You