I

[ReyvrexQuestor Reyes]

I
Descended I, from Heaven's breath on Earth,
Sublime, and self-proclaimed as glorious be,
Not one creature supersedes my worth,
Though greatness may have been illusory;
Flaws peppered my whole life intensively,
Shortcomings, the norm of my every day,
Regrets have hounded me persistently,
Peace and love, rarely in my dwelling stay;
Is there a future, the way matters stood?
With no past which to retrospect of worth,
As evil taints my labors as it could,
To make chance at perfection be in dearth;
……Whose image then had emulated, I?
……And to what glory could my life apply?

---Reyvrex Questor Reyes

[Lincolnshirelass]

I love that poem, Revyrex, and as someone hounded by self-doubt myself I won't criticise you for it, but will say I think you are a good, generous, and special person who deserves happiness!

[ReyvrexQuestor Reyes]

I love that poem, Revyrex, and as someone hounded by self-doubt myself I won't criticise you for it, but will say I think you are a good, generous, and special person who deserves happiness!

We are sparks of the divine, as what Theology teaches. So, is having a free will a curse that left us to our own choice of living? Or shall we be just perfect creatures with no other choices?

[ReyvrexQuestor Reyes]

I love that poem, Revyrex, and as someone hounded by self-doubt myself I won't criticise you for it, but will say I think you are a good, generous, and special person who deserves happiness!

This is sort of a whimsical self-assessment of what we humans are, or what humans are supposed to be.