Soliloquy

It might be easy at first
taking sides with myself,
being led astray by the fireflies
which seemed to be the light
at the end of this tunnel.

It might even be reassuring
to forgive myself from time to time,
wondering where the road
that I left unequivocally
would have led to.

It would seem hard later on
when the crowds have gone,
the photographers and the journalists
seemingly not caring
about my existence anymore.

It would get more arduous
when the lines are drawn,
the swords have been sharpened
and the edge of my voice
finally found its home.

The idea of the truth I’m chasing
seems too good to be true,
but it appears pleasing at times
to deposit faith in myself
and have it repaid in full.