Layer by layer, I tore myself apart,
until I saw an image of myself beyond myself.
My innermost self consumed me,
and burned away every “me” I had ever been.
I killed that self,
and from its ashes,
I nurtured myself anew.
Now even my deepest self
has come to me through the door of peace.
I closed my ears to every voice but my own,
until, at last, I heard myself.
Ask my deepest self
what this “self” truly means.
I embraced the sting of self-seeing,
until, through that very wound,
I found and chose myself.
