Chirality of the Soul
I am a molecular soul, in twist and turn,
My darkness, mirrored in light’s return,
A mind, unique, that bends and sways—
A hand that bends in opposite ways.
One path goes left, the other right,
Both truths, I travel in the same night.
I see in all the twist of thought,
A truth that cannot be easily caught,
One moment bold, with angles sharp,
Next, soft and curved, like light through dark.
Chirality, exists in my nature’s frame,
A mirror’s difference, yet the same.
My kindness is a spiraling thread,
Wound tight in ways the world has read,
Yet in the warmth, there’s also distance—
A pull, a push, a quiet insistence.
I speak in tongues of both extremes,
In dual truths, yet not in separate streams.
Like a left hand greeting one that is right,
I hold the world accountable with subtle might,
Each step a choice, a mirrored dance,
A quiet struggle for balance, chance.
I walk the line between the two—
My essence splits, but still feels true.
Chirality, is my heart’s design,
A twist of fate in perfect rhyme.
Neither left nor right, but both entwined,
A singular complexity, refined.
The world I see through mirrored eyes,
A truth that cannot be disguised.
For in my soul, the axis turns,
In opposite spirals, as I yearn—
To understand, to be made whole,
In the chirality of my soul.
WoPoLi 
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