Who Me? Poem by Lonnie Hicks

I am some days
my Best Me
others
I've been submerged
by that Other Me.

Some days
I am fun and funny
others I don that cloak
of sadness,
eat gobs of pity pie
and flagons of dark sorrow.

Other days
I am ethereal,
days lost to bad
or absent memory-
foggy hours
on end some times-
and
as in a dream vision
I arrive back
on Planet Mine
wondering
where I have been.

Some days
the weariness
of not being able to count
on Me-Steady;

feeling burdened
where I long to wring
from my life
the Drama Foam
which fuzzes up
the clarity I need
to connect all of the
aspects of me
into one coherent whole.

I have some parts
I cannot mend
and I have my fear
that if
the good me
touches the bad
me
all I will have left
are the bad parts.

So I keep them separated
from each and me.

But you know
it's only me fearing
my friends tell me'
while there is this battle on
for sure;
that the good parts of me
are so very strong
those are the parts
they are putting their money on.

I guess it true;
I do
like most of me
enough
to write this to you.

Love
Anita.

Root for me.