The I's Have It

There are so many me’s inside my head, there is no room for flight or fancy. The souls swirl around leaving imagination an outcast. I shed myself every day, minute by moment a new me is born. I’ve let go of many of my selves over the years. Some are just an old polaroid picture of a Thanksgiving long ago a snapshot that sums up all the Thanksgivings I ever had. It’s the closer and more embedded selves that give me pause. They still seem so fresh and so much a part of me. The career I left behind, the joy I felt this morning, I want to hang on just a little bit longer. The have-been’s, are’s and will be’s Create a cluttered chaos in my head till I can barely breath. When I lay on the bathroom floor, reaching up for a hand that wasn’t there. The moment when I died and then returned. I am suffocated by my own souls endless passing through my sight impeding my view. As long as I keep fighting To hold on to yesterday’s self, I will live in a whirlwind of me’s. It is only if I accept the flow, moment to moment, life and death of self That I can break free as I am.