How would you express your feelings about your twin if you had the skills to do it? People make art, sculptures, poetry.
Here is a poem...
I wear my heart beneath my sleeve. I may lift my sleeve and show my scars.
One day, when I get to know you. I may decide to share my pain.
I wear my heart around my neck for all to see
Yet it is hidden just beneath the neckline.
Do not dare to enquire why my heart is broken, for I do not know.
It seems to be an ancient wound that lies deep inside my mind;
It lies in the pain of others handed down to me.
It is the pain of love known and lost.
Oh how gladly I accept the pain! I am a vessel for the pain of the world;
I bleed for you, for many and for the pain I feel within me and without you.
What blessed touch can stop this wound from leaching life away from me?
How may I staunch the flow and let the scab begin to form?
Only hope and complete surrender to the pain of simply being;
Only love and self-forgiveness poured into a well of wounds;
Only time and rest and the company of angels.
Only silence and the power of soft tranquility
Only simple faith that healing can come - will come.
And in my heart all things will come to good.