What is self love? It’s a feeling I lack,
After years of war and facing attack.
This feeling i’m immune to, its foreign and wrong,
This is a feeling for someone brave and strong.
To love oneself should be an unspoken rule,
Yet I have to teach myself how like a child at school.
I tell myself: I’m not perfect I am me and that’s ok,
I’m where I need to be, i’m going my own way.
No one else’s path matters, focus on your own direction,
looking at what others are doing wont bring me affection,
wont make love return; a resurrection.
One mind, one body, one spirit, one soul,
With love and acceptance as a guide, a goal.
But a dichotomy lies, a war of the mind,
One born out of hate, the other one kind.
Who wins the battle, who will reign?
Just an innocent by stander in this gnarly game.
Where do you turn, which route do you go?
When one voice cries sabotage yet the other screams no.
Will you wither and die or will you flourish and grow?
This answer is something you really don’t know.
All the while reaching out as this standoff commences,
a battle of two minds deep in the trenches.
Is there a way out will you make the right choice?
In the midst of the chaos can you find your own voice?
The one of love, of guidance not fear,
The one that reminds you softly ‘I am here’.