harping on a lesser instrument
stubborn
loud
bi-polar
manipulative
whore
are mantles that i have borne with small shames
yet in recent light
i have seen a propensity
towards a lighter look
towards the tangible reality
most of us would call “life”
and in that calm and bare illumination
this grows apparent:
i am loved
i am worthy
i am something worth a damn
not something that crawls, bleats, yelps, scorns, gnashes nor wastes
the simple prospect that those that believe in me
are indeed speakers of truth, carriers of honest love
so be damned mine, and Your, naysayers with a simple mantra and credo
it is not ego, it is not narcissism - it is but fact :
i am me
and me kicks ass
