perspective – seeing beyond your SELF
i’ve never wallowed in my misfortunes,
never questioned my lot,
whatever I have or don’t have,
all the broken things,
and mended things,
and things and things,
i’ve kept.
i’m no hoarder,
but herewith, is this mountain of me,
i stand on top of these things,
and see so much better.
W.E.
Underneath me are my woes, my troubles,
My failures and shame,
Everything I hate about myself,
And all the blame.
And I know, when peoples fingers will fly,
Towards me like sidewards rain,
I’ve yet another molehill to add to this mountain,
And height to gain.
I’ll see further,
And beyond the plains,
I’ll take whatever, add it to my pile,
And improve my reign,
That’s why I don’t fret, don’t wallow,
But invite the pain.
W.E.
Unless the self doesn’t exist, then where is beyond?
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Even the elite of the elite had selves. It diminishes but it never erases.
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