The False Self

The false self is like any other living thing, it does’t want to die. ~ Miranda

All life hangs in there. The mosquito
cannot know you're trying to squish her
but dips and dives and avoids most swishes.
The animals with the least brain power
of some other moving factor make so many young
that the species will survive. All life forms want life.
Even those thinking of ending life want it...
just not what they perceive their own to be.
The false self we spent decades building,
learning to act as if we didn't care when we did
and ached to be included, to have things, to be...
That false self can see the new will be better
but intuitively sees they can't coexist so miserably
lonely and useless...that false self holds to life,
blocking us from recovery. But if we want to live...
and we do...if we want joy and peace and love...
and we do...if we know we can be better, if not on our own
through a power greater than we...
But the false self holds on until it's been around long enough
to catch the joy, to want recovery, and to change
to truth and joy and peace.

Self-portrait in Madrid