Face to Face with Myself

I had come face to face with myself,
and stood there—
before your indifference—
does this not require courage?

I have endured every blow. Still,
I spoke in my own way…
no one but you dwells within me—
does this not break prayer's silence?

What is a person, really?
What does he possess?
If he is not his own…
then there is nothing left to do.

Truly, what I feel—
from today I need not tell you.