Versions of Myself by Olha Hrybivska

I used to think

I had to choose -

to be one thing,

to say one truth,

to wear one face

for all the people.

But I’ve been kind

and I’ve been harsh,

I’ve been quite loud

then I calmed down -

so many different versions 

in a single day.

I’m proud that none were lies.

I bend,

so I don’t break.

I change,

but I still feel the same.

I realised my simple truth -

why should I always choose

instead of showing all of me

when I feel everything I mean. 

Now every time that I look back

I see reflection of myself.