The Ego Versus

The Ego Versus

A Poem by Ebits

I still do not know which woman I am.

I am she; and I am I.
She is happy; I am lying.
She is whole; I am pieces.
She is caring; I am selfish
She is wishful; I am useless.
She is lovely; I am rogue.
She is beauty; I am disdain.
She is grace; I am regret.
She is promise; I am waste.
She is love; I am alone.
She is forgiveness; I am wrath.
She is life; I am nothing.
She is friend; I am empty.
She is safe; I am in danger.
You know She, and I am sorry.

© 2011 Ebits

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The title was so original, I simply had to check it out and take a look. Contrasts and dualities, ah the ying and yang of feeling. A good experiment. I like it.

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on November 22, 2011
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Shirley, NY

I write in spurts. Furiously at times and not at all at others. I have no form. Whatever happens, happens. more..