Me, Myself, and I

This is a personal favorite of my friend, Becky McLaughlin, when I was an Ohio State Tax Auditor for eleven years. She was a good friend and I have lost track of her.

ME, MYSELF, AND I

 

I was a lonely voice, lost in the passing wind;

My life was filled with beginnings that never end;

Each day, I reached up for the sun

And, at night, I fell ever farther down;

Closeness left me feeling so incomplete;

Alone, I stood at the intersection of four dead-end streets;

I was, always, a little of "all of the above;"

Only half of me could find half a piece of love;

Happiness was being able to cope

And sadness was each shattered pane of fragile hope;

My faith changed, with the turbulent tides,

And my beliefs were imposed on others, like branding hides;

I resented being the eternal leader, at my own command,

But refused to follow others and be just a member of the band;

I expected so much of myself that others helped me push;

I never could turn an impossible dream into a possible wish.

 

Now, I see no negatives about me;

What I want to be, I will indeed be.

 

To be heard, I need to, only, listen to myself;

"Endless Beginnings" are titles of chances I left sitting on a shelf:

If I put the sun in my pocket,

It will always give me a boost, like a solar rocket;

If I am open to receive, when I give,

I shall carry many hearts to any isle where I live;

I will be loved for myself, as a whole;

Never to be just half loved and half a fool;

Happiness will be all that I might desire

And sadness a catalyst towards ever higher;

My faith will be my solid foundation,

While each crystal clear belief shines from me with brilliant illumination;

I will lead like the comet--one with its tail--

And learn to accept being one solid rock that supports the majestic hill;

I will explore and respect limits that I am bound by,

But I will reach some dreams, because I try!

 

 

First Place

Oct 10, 2011

• This is Me Contest
• Me, Myself, and I

Author's Note

For best reading pleasure, compare each of the bottom lines to the corresponding top line.

Reviews

[Lorraine]

The contrast between the first and the last stanza, plus the transitional effect of the second is simply motivating. It's like a journey from hopelessness to self realization. Yours is a captivating piece that displays seemingly effortless rhyming scheme.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[emmajoy]

We're always what we were, it's part of what makes us I, Me, Myself, our sad and happy baggage covers just about everything ever felt or done, learned or run away from .. and it seems in this very finely written poem that you were lost and meandering in the first half, but, then, discovered you and your place in the second stanza. Your words are honest and sincere, hopeful and generous .. there's a true moral here.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Alone, I stood at the intersection of four dead-end streets;
I was, always, a little of "all of the above;"

to me when you are a person who doesn't fit into one category in just means you are well rounded, still it does seem to be a lonely place.