Know Myself

I don't know myself.

I only know what I hear,

the laugh that people give at my jokes, 

the casual mentioning of how I'm cool,

or the occasional text of appreciation for having me as a friend.

These things are like evidence to me, 

like newspaper clippings of my personality.

What I know is a mess of present, past, and future,

a story with no plot,

and my inner appearance is always changing.

How do I get to know myself?

I don't think I ever will,

but I prefer mystery over anything else,

that way I still feel that magic whenever I ponder the world and who I really am.

The kind of magic that shows up at night and enters my deepest thoughts,

like an old friend who's come to visit.

I don't want to lose this magic,

so I've come to terms with not knowing who I am,

accepting that each day is a different one,

with a different me.

Reviews

[_Ally_]

I think we all enjoy exploring ourselves and love it when we re-visit who we are and the things that make us happy. Loved reading this. Thanks for sharing!

[Dana Ferguson]

Thank you so much :)