loving as i am
i'm scared i will
end up loving the wrong kind
not that they don't deserve love
but because when they take
they take chunks at once
feeding the famished
when your own plate
is anything but full
i will end up famished again
sharing; i want to do
however i haven't got enough
to be sharing
i haven't got more than
just enough to suffice myself
i have just enough
and i choose to be selfish
i choose myself
i am sorry for doing so
but i know what i want
i want to fly
high enough to soar
to fail and fly
and fall again
for i am not afraid to do so
but what i am afraid of
is failing to offer myself love
failing to pick myself up
after the fall
someday i shall share
when my plate is filled
with delicacies
replenishing the famished
someday when i will be able to
share without being concerned
of how much more
i have left in me
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I'm fashionably late to loving myself
PoetryThe world would be dull if love, poetry, admiration, zeal, passion, and romance wouldn't lace each strand of our heavenly web. I spill my heart on this one love letter to the entire humanity. In a faint voice though, soft enough to hear only when yo...