The Paradox of Me, Myself, and I - A Poem of Human Nature

The Paradox of Me, Myself, and I

There are times when I am a Saint,
And other times when I am a Sinner.
Sometimes, I am both, all at once, together.

There are times when I am oxygen, giving life to the world.
And other times when I am poison, toxic to the life of everything.

There are days when I am a hero.
There are other days when I am a villain.

I am fair and considerate,
Except when I am not.

I am compassionate,
Except when I don’t care.

I am a paradox, self-evident:

A Being of infinite chaos—
A shifting storm of contradictions,
Both builder and destroyer,
Both giver and taker,
Both light and shadow,
Never just one, never just constant,
Never entirely knowable.

Steadfastly reliable,
And constantly undependable.

I am a human being.

I am not forever the version of myself I wish I could hold onto.

In the end, I disappoint most.
Myself, most of all.

Copyright July 2021 M. W. Van Dyke
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