This moment.
This very moment.
I have so
much in me.
So much in my
hold.
Is there
anything that can waver my faith?
My faith in
me?
Why did I
have to ask?
Is there a
part of me that questions it?
Questions my
hold on me?
Oh but I am
the summation
Of all of
these questions
In me.
What about
now?
That moment is
gone.
Do I still
question it?
Am I still
questioning myself?
Do I even
make sense?
Do I have to make sense?
No, right?
Because I am in charge of my life.
Yes, right? I
still have to live among people.
No, right? I
can still be free. It’s all about the thought process, the decisions I make.
Yes, right?
My decisions will affect humans who
are a part of my life.
Do I still
have a hold on myself?
Does this
moment overwhelm me?
Can anything
overwhelm me?
Did I ever
have a hold on myself?
Do I regret
losing grip for a fleeting moment?
Do I regret
anything?
Can I lead
myself to believe I don’t?
But if I can
be led to believe something, what about the hold I have?
But no one
else can lead me on, so is my hold intact?
But I let
myself be led on because of someone else
Or was it
just me?
Do I confuse
you?
Do I care?
Do you
understand me?
Can you?
But if I’m
strong, do I give a damn?
Am I strong?
Are you
strong?
Are you sure
you do a fool-proof job of fooling yourselves that you are?
But am I
weak?
Are you?
Just because
we let ourselves be overwhelmed
For one
fleeting moment?
But I shot my
guards up again.
Did you?
Once I hid
behind the walls, do I care if you did?
It’s just me,
here.
No more
questions. Just me.
This moment.
This very moment.
Where I have
faith in me.
Where I have
a hold on myself.
Where I can
hold on to myself.
Where I can
allow myself to get overwhelmed every once in a while.
And set
myself ablaze.
Drenched in
my own hellfire.
And go up in
fumes.
It’s me,
here.
Again.
Here.
And now.
