Self-Love, i


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

I need to love myself--but that's quite hard.

I don't know how to do it, nor do I

Have guidance, step by step success. I'm barred

From learning this great skill--I heave a sigh.


Oh, if there is a way to learn, I'll study,

Take notes, and practice till I gain the knack.

I'll kneel until the ground beneath me's bloody!

So far, whene'er I try, there's an attack


From deep within me. What have I to give?

I've failed, I've erred, I'm guilty--says my mind.

It's easy to love others--'tis to live;

My drawbacks are so easy now to find...


But oh! I know that I must comprehend

That way to love me--else I meet mine end.


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