My spirit has a mission
To overcome the darkness in my soul
called self
An assemblage of contradiction
Flying on the wings of pride with
justification;
“It deserves”
Whiles walking on coals of inferiority
with justification;
“It doesn’t deserve”
There, my spirit is.
Finding the balance with a truth.
That I am neither invincible nor weak
That indeed, a hi is a hi,
And a smile, a smile
Nothing more, nothing less.
Nothing kinder, nothing sinister.
The mountain of nerves at my self’s
beck ‘n’ call
Bears the brunt of all my foolishness
and mistakes
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever achieve
perfection
Because my failings seem to tag along
for a joyride
Every time I close in on the prize.
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