The Three Faces of I

Me: Me is the I

That eyes upon first meetings see

Perhaps a little quite

Perhaps a little small

To new eyes me is not very big at all

As far as small talk is concerned

One would think I have no yearn

Some stay

Some go

But for the most part

Most will only see

The silent face of I



Myself: Myself is the I for those who stay awhile

Hear there is more sun in I's smile

Myself will open her mouth now

Let the words pour just a little more

Upon those who stay to listen

Myself is a charismatic orator

With a slightly rebellious attitude

And gregarious aptitude

But there are not many who stay to see

This face of I



I: I is for myself and Me only to see

I is a being of the heart

The underground river

From which the words flow

I is the light in my eyes

I is the sun in my smile

I does not think for I does not need to

I is the sensitive

The feeler of souls

I listens to hearts and rhythms of spirits

I is all of Me

I is all of Myself

I is Me Myself and I