I: Do it. No one will know. Pull the trigger. One move. Done.
Myself: You know that’s murder. You know what that makes you.
Me: Woah! Let’s slow down. Say I do it. Then what?
I: Then nothing. Peace. No more flinching every time a siren sounds.
Myself: You carry it forever. Every single night. Every single mirror.
Me: I hear both of you but this needs time to decide.
I: There’s nothing to decide. He breathed wrong. He wins if I don’t.
Myself: You win by being nothing like him. Don’t become the thing you hate.
Me: What if I just leave instead? Same result. No blood.
I: That’s the coward’s way out. He doesn’t feel a thing that way.
Myself: Exactly. He doesn’t feel a thing. That’s mercy. For both of you.
Me: I’m not sleeping tonight. I’ll decide in the morning.
Written for GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 22:
Write your own poem in which the speaker is in dialogue with him or herself.
Very much inspired by LucyLaughs at Writers Digest, who has been writing in dialogues like this for a long time. I wanted to imitate this style, making a note about it around a year ago, and today’s prompt pushed me along.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
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Your poem articulates well the Me, Myself, and I dialogues that are ever-present in human minds. I am still pondering on “he breathed wrong”. I noted the form and want to try it in the future.
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Thanks so much Gloria 🙏
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