My Selves

A Sonnet

Take the time and you will find

Several Jekyll and Hydes in me

My choking Shame is hard to see

And then Anger can leave me blind

A Scapegoat who is much maligned

The Victim just wants to flee

My Helpless one who'll never be free

To this torment I am resigned

With so many selves to tear me asunder

I forget that first I'm a Soul

And the Innocent is filled with hope

While the joyful Child gazes in wonder

The Gentle me says they all have a role

And God lends me strength to cope.