Me, Myself & I Poem by Justus Cyril E

I am not supposed to be afraid of me...
This I know and share with myself
For I choose to fight
I will fight off my fear from within me

Though I find myself sometimes, scared
Scared to interact with me...
When I am telling myself that I would fail...
And when I see me failing myself...
It brings me pain
To me, this pain comes swiftly
And I, letting go of myself,
Brings I, a weakness that sees me slip...

And then I found myself falling
Falling off from the grips of my mind...
Now, I must put myself together
Seeing that I need to find in me,
Solace in the comfort of my person
That I have now chosen to become...

Who am I?

I am me
I see myself for who I am
I see my person impersonated
In the shadows of myself where I stand
I see what becomes of me
When I deny myself of what I need
To make me happy...

Who am I?
What will become of me?
Where am I leading myself to?
Why do I direct my path towards?
What makes me afraid of myself...?

Questions, from deep within me
Rushes through my mind
To my head
And I keep asking myself why?

But,

I know better than to question myself
For indeed, I am better than this...
It is always I
That gives without thinking about me
Nor regard the plight of myself
Knowing not if what I give
Will leave for me a remnant
To be used for myself

Often times, I find myself lost
Seeing me alone in the darkness of my grief
My grief... one that I stumbled upon
Through the ignorance inflicted by me upon myself
But as I face this darkness
I will bring upon myself,
The illumination from my soul
A light that shines from deep inside of me

I know my understanding will guide me
But I pray for a reason to exist
A reason for me to live with myself
When I bring down on me
The ruins of my past

My past
My present
And my future
Is entangled within the confines of
Me, myself and I

For my past were efforts made by me
To face the present events myself
So as to try and exist in the future where I alone will face...

And while I exist in this
Three-some state of folly,
I will lay myself to rest
The burdens my head

I pray the dreams
Becomes 'prediligere' by GOD
To favour me, myself and I...