Me In a Poem

I am many things,

all distinctly unique.

My endlessly competing desires

wage war for attention and dominance.

My adventurer’s spirit,

with dreams of fierce beauty,

wants nothing more than to see it all.

and marvel at its splendor.

My childlike imagination,

with its unquenchable thirst for the fantastic,

wants nothing more than a fairytale

to get lost in.

My long memory,

with its grainy and blurred images,

wants nothing more than the future

from which new memories are born.

And my romantic heart,

with its yearning for love,

wants nothing more than the One

to carry it off into the sunset.

The battle never ends

The frenzy feverishly increases

But still I hope someday

The war within will fade away.