We owe it to our infinite soul to be the best we can be in this life, and to forgive ourself when we fall short of that perceived perfection.

In order to do this, it is necessary to accept our role and responsibility for the mishaps, failures and disasters that allow us to remain in a complacent position of inactivity.

I present to you my poem about...

Selflove

You're searching for meaning in this empty life,
Straining to touch the world in your strife,
Arms outstretched, fingers clawed,
What is it you seek as you reach for more?

I see your fear, feel your pain,
In your frenzied, self destructive attempt to gain,
The things you think will make you rise,
Higher and closer to the worldly prize.

The answer's been written on your soul,
It’s secrets, if you listen, shall be told,
And Love will answer whenever you ask,
When you shed the dark shadow of your mask.