In an instant,

I question

everything.

 

My self-worth.

Do I measure?

Up to him?

For her?

Questioning.

 

My self-validity,

Am I needed?

Am I wanted?

Will I be missed?

Questioning.

 

My self-love.

Am I someone?

Who deserves my love?

Who deserves another’s?

Questioning.

 

My self-guidance.

Where do I go?

Blinkering lights.

Darkness drifting in through little cracks

Questioning

 

My self-lessness

Or my self-ishness

Or the agenda to which I act,

Does one feed the other?

Questioning.

 

Myself

Myself and others,

Myself and others, and you.

Myself and others, and you, and him.

Plus her,

And that,

And this

And it.

 

Questioning.

 

That thing,

I did last Tuesday,

By the corner,

In an instance,

Without thinking.

 

Questioning

 

That time,

I meant to stay,

But turned,

And left,

And lead myself away.

 

Questioning.

 

Holding me captive

Taking my hand,

Whispering in my ear

Making me question,

 

Myself.

 

And you,

And him,

And her,

And that,

And it

And them

And us.

 

All in an instant,

I question

everything.