Is myself the “inner-self”

the one I cannot find?

Or! Am I my “deeper-self”

the one, that’s born blind?

I know, I’m not my “surface-self”

the one that acts and pretends.

I guess I am my “outer-self”

compromising without end.

Who is me that Jesus touched?

Who is “me” He redeemed?

To deliver “me” from the other “me’s”

or that is the way it seems.

Why did He leave the other “me’s”

who are so close to my heart?

He knows I fight them all the time,

because I’m not that smart.

Be filled with Me says the Lord

until your cup runs over.

But me other “me’s” are drinking it

and for the real “me” is none leftover.

Am I jealous of the other “me’s”

the ones, who don’t seem to care?

that of thirst I’m dying

while my “me’s” are everywhere.

Keeping me from basic needs

and where I ought to be.

Pushing, shoving and pulling me

to choose a path of ease.

Jan Wienen