Poetry

The Best of Me

It must have been a dream
when I thought of myself
as someone I was not.

If not, what would be the explanation
for why do I look at the mirror
and try to seek someone else.
There has to be a justification
for what makes me chase the shadow
which would not fit my jigsaw anyway.

If there is no reason, no excuse,
why don’t I just try to fit in my own shoes
and walk the path meant for me.
Why don’t I just try to be me
in a way no one ever could.

After all, who else could be
the best of me but me.
I pledge to let go
the rest of me, but me.


Photo Credit: Tabeajaichhalt

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