I beat myself up regularly,
isn’t that what we do
as humans in a society,
where we are
constantly measuring ourselves
against one another
against each other.
I have thoughts filled with
Grace and compassion,
and yet
I won’t allow myself
to believe any aspect
of those feelings are worthy
toward giving myself a break.
I am a kind man with
misfortunes
those things that will drag a person down
if allowed.
I once knew what love
meant in my life.
Today I will constantly remind myself
that I have shown love,
and I can feel love,
and I am a kind man.
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