Borderline Worlds

In how many worlds does your heart reside?
I will tell you about mine.

In one world my heart is old,
Yearning for richness in life,
Where the language discovers emotions unknown,
Where north, south, east, and west precariously balance,
and each with their own story.

In another world my heart is a fool,
Where east and west will not meet,
and I mediate,
As from them I had emerged,
yet each wishing to be chosen,
and I am left depriving both.

In my world my heart must be proud,
Because pride is the strength that defends,
The scales that balance the uneasy stories,
with the mediating fool,
Each with the desperate need,
for a better world.

Originally written in 2013
Reworked in 2015