Myself
Myself
This
weapon of my greatest foe
That
splits my heart and soul to show
That
‘harmony’
A
myth must be.
Myself,
I cannot hope to know.
The
black and white o’erwhelm my mind
Pluck
out my fears and cast behind
The
conscience I
Should
save or die.
Myself
would rather I be blind.
This
heart and mind cannot agree
Who
I am or am meant to be.
Is
Yea or Nay
This
or that way?
Myself
does only sigh “Maybe.”
First
right says “No!” then left cries “Yes!”
I
cannot see to choose the best
Of
evils twain;
It
hurts my brain.
Myself
would gain from thinking less.
“Trust
in your heart,” they
say. But no!
How
can I hold and
let it go?
So
in my throes
Confusion
grows.
Myself
– this is my greatest foe.
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My favorite stanza is the four because it is so powerful and clear in its violent disagreement. You make me feel like I am on a debate stage, listening to the two sides go back and forth! The last line is haunting though, and combined with the picture...let's just say I worry about you sometimes. ;D
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