self

 
actuality of need
with pangs of distrust
I approach humanity with arms outstretched and a giving heart

I am unusual at best
and I don't wish to burden
so I give of myself, an exchange for the depth of self relieved

you come to me heart open
the only request is, I value myself as you do
the art of loving oneself is difficult

we can easily see what we admire in others
or desire for in ourselves
but to truly self love
I struggle with the baser truths of me

I wonder should I see them as flaws
or distinct characteristics uniquely me
my God you are the artist
who am I too pick at the soul
discarding the most beautiful pieces of self along the way
all to suit others

arms outstretched. you give me back my dreams and keys
a new view of me to behold