Poetic Musings

Incongruity

On one hand, I completely accept myself because I know I am valuable and valid.

It’s when I imagine anyone else’s potentially skewed view of me that things run a bit pallid.

Why does this even matter – am I needing to honor every person’s point of view?

Or is this just some back door way around logic that my inner critic has constructed?

I generally know why and how this has happened, and I’m vexed that with such awareness all along I could not prevent effects.

How do I unravel this spell that’s come over me?

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