It’s a fragile thing, proper self esteem.
I’ve never really had any as
I didn’t really have a true core
and solid sense of who I was.
Knowing I was one thing inside,
while everything around me
telling me I was another thing
is really diminishing and corrosive.
But since wondrous and very miraculous revelation
that I am not crazy,
or a freakshow,
I have found self esteem
sneaking its shy mischievous head
well above the ground
soil of my soul,
and it has at first frightened me,
then puzzled me, and then
at last delighted me.
It makes me giddy,
and its fragrance is intoxicating!
It is like a dandelion, like a snow flake. It is here, delicate, beautiful, but fragile and fleeting.
The slightest breath, the slightest ray of warmth, and
I pray that Your
Love and Comfort
would be in me
a Redwood of confidence,
an iceberg of self esteem.
how can I love
my neighbor as myself
if I am shapeless and void?
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