Pulling myself together.

poem in rhyming quatrains tetrameter

Pulling myself together.

 

In dreams I can communicate

with disparate parts of me.

I’m learning to appreciate.

The frightening complexity

 

Of the different parts of me.

Which I must balance constantly

 A task I must face every day

 so they combine to make me, me..

 

I am a father  and a son.

 I am a brother and a friend.

The endless list goes on and on.

It seems as though it has no end.

 

Somehow I manage to control

 at least the parts on public view.

The scattered parts which make the whole

But still conceal a thing or two.

 

The parts of me I need to change.

I’m sure I can do given time.

Some parts of me are weird and strange.

Like creatures from an earlier time.

 

The Id tries to assert its will.

The ego sure to disagree.

The super ego bids them both be still.

I just accept they’re part of me.

 

When other people look at me.

I wonder if they wonder too

If they can see reality.

I am not certain that I do.

 

Wednesday, 02 December 2009

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