Future Me

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It is always present this longing to transform.

This yearning ache to be. . .

the truer, more authentic me.

Invisible to others --

This idealized

not yet but yet

quintessentially me.

All her aims, plans, and desires --

they harangue, they inspre.

My failures push me from her.

Her victories --or are they mine?-- lets her emerge,

lets me see clear.

This omnipresent, idealized, future Me.

who allows no mental rest,

This stranger who creates the tug of war

of self-love and self-hate,

who instigates the continual pushing forward

and the frustrating falling back.

I ask her -- I ask myself--

"And which of us is more real, more true?

The pale fire that wishes

to be flame?

Or this stalking stranger

who is the culmination of resolutions

the fulfilled perfection

of

the unseen-by-others

she

that has ever been with me?"

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