Aspect of Me

in the quiet dark,
wondering and waiting.
how many versions,
how many aspects of myself
have I created?

childhood offspring and sibling,
obedient and meek,
arrogant and rebellious,
navigating through a world
I don't yet understand.

or feigned confidence
in thought and wisdom
and always right.

maybe quiet and shy,
lost in a sea of voices,
forever upstaged,
a background artist.

or maybe just alone on a page,
a collection of words and phrases,
ambiguous and confusing.

can these avatars
these entities of the moment
become one, whole,
and true to myself?
can I shake off the walls
that bind and separate
and just be,
just be me?

it is easy 
in the quiet dark
to be brave
be defiant
be resolute,
but,
in the daylight 
in the stark light of truth
the dream shatters.