Through Weathered Eyes

12

There's an army of different versions of myself inside me. Everyone is always fighting to take full control.

Then, there are days where they all form an alliance. They all take me on at once.

I have yet to falter.

I have no other options. If I let go, I won't be able to find myself again.

But as I get older, so do they. We all get stronger and smarter. They're finding new ways to try and slip through the cracks.

I keep them in line, but I fear that ending their existence is equivalent to losing pieces of me that make me, me.

Or is it because they keep me company?

-D.O.