A shift of consciousness
The definition of oneself
From looking glass self
To introspective self-realization
Your opinion of me
Has nothing to do
With who I am.
Integrity is what we do
When no one is looking;
It is also what is found
Upon looking at ourselves –
But only when honesty is employed.
Happiness is smiling
When no one is around.
Generosity is giving
What you didn’t think you had.
Love is loving the one
Who doesn’t love you back
Simply because you love.
A shocking realization:
That I need no one
But want them just the same.
It means I no longer hurt
For lack of company,
But revel in community
And in humanity
And in myself.
4 comments:
I love this poem ..makes me wonder if I'll ever grow up.
re: goggles
That’s brilliant ..the goggles are blinders ..and the sludge is an interaction. Although a lot of it may be natural; I get congested (with preconceptions) easier than most ..so I tend to be more cautious of it. Thanks, Lee
Thank you for loving my work! :)
Caution certainly needs to be employed when digesting the sludge we are apt to misunderstand.
...images of any sort would/could complement your words and add visual candy...just saying.
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