That to be happy,
one has to love themself.
It seems such an odd need,
to be selfish,
to only want for me,
that the key to peace
is to care only about
me.
I guess I just don’t get it,
I’ll have to read some more.
I understand about the love part
that’s a wonderful thing,
it’s just
that self care piece
I feel that’s all I do
is stroke my ego,
care only about me,
and I forget about all of those
around me,
real people, real lives,
and suddenly the ship departs
and I’m left alone again,
how can I possibly love me
when all I do is beat myself up
for loving only me.
I guess I have to read a little further,
still working on it,
hopefully I will find some words
help me realize
it isn’t all about me,
but the me I am
deserves a little love.
apersonaljourney - stories of love 