Beating Me Up

looking in mirror

Oh, how hard I am
on myself, so quick
to judge, so unworthy
in my eyes. Why do
I love others more than
myself, seldom seeing
the beauty of my Divine
soul formed by the Creator
in perfect love?

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5 Responses to Beating Me Up

  1. vixstar1314 says:

    Reblogged this on Blog-a-tastic.


  2. dykewriter says:

    it’s difficult to love yourself
    when that’s not the message you get from the world

    or others


    • dykewriter says:

      but if you love others, that’s a vector for a love return and mutual exchange

      it’s when there’s none for anyone that’s
      well if I had any energy, I might be concerned about


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