A Sense of Self

Hello all,

This blog has been rather dusty - thank you to a friend who nudged me into reviving it. :)

I am a poetry lover and my personal poetry has been lying dormant for some time.
I have decided to let it come out of hibernation, and share some with you.
Please share your thoughts, and send me some of your own poetry; I'm always hungry for more!
I hope this is of some interest or inspiration to you. :)

A Sense of Self

One day I woke up and I was happy

I was happy because I liked myself, just the way I was
And in that moment, no one else's opinion of me could change that.
And I imagined

Imagined
If everyone were to feel that way about themselves

Imagined
How much we could give to one another if we were ourselves...

We could give them the purity of our souls
And not a blurry imitation of what we think they want.

Letting those who dislike us
Dislike us for who we are
But letting those who love us
Love all of us, in our entirety.



A Higher Bar
 
I have decided to be faithful
Faithful to the person I ran from
The person I was ashamed of:

Faithful to me.

I have sneered at myself in reflective surfaces
Disdained my speech,
My thoughts

But now I let myself be;

I am not someone I approved of

But I am someone with approval stamped on me
Stamped by a greater hand

And now, out of respect for that hand

I must love what is loved
Unconditionally, for His is unconditional

Wake up to the fact that I did not make myself

And yes,
That I am the result of exposure and decisions.

Yet in this I am raised to a greater bar:

When I see that I am no longer just me

But someone's.