Triad

my soft

my hard

my dark

my moods

my changes

my rage

my aimless desire

my flameless fire

and yet still i aspire

(to a bit more than this)

my light

my night

my fright

my fears

my loves

my losses

my intersection

of truth and introspection

i judge myself harshly

(i'm the only one worthy it seems)

my praise

my curse

my joviality

my power

my weakness

my resolve

my interpretation

of a mild speculation

could simply be fuel for a rumour

(when the dust has settled)

the power of three

the power in me

to change and to shape

or to mock and to ape

the choice

has always

been mine.