To love myself at last

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To love myself at last

Sometimes in the night
I lie awake with tears,
wondering how I wasted
so many of my years.

Time has given me chances
I just let pass me by,
never believeing enough in me
I never really even tried.

Now a season as come
to once more get it right,
to lift myself from hells grip
and take my desired flight.

The picture seems to dim
and my eyesight is but weak,
but somehow I think I can
stand up on my own two feet.

I have what I need
it lies deep within,
and with all that I have
my life will now begin.

I may not go to fast or even
make the grade,
but I will not be defined
by the choices that I've made.

Life is way to short
to live in the past,
It is time for me to live again
to love myself at last.

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StandingBear commented on To love myself at last

06-30-2009

Yes to love one's self can be one of the most difficult things in life to accomplish. I'm glad you love yourself at last. Great write.

dragonheart1 commented on To love myself at last

06-30-2009

When we let go of the pasy,we still have memories and when we learn to love ourselves we move forward much easier despite our past pains.

BlackKnightOS commented on To love myself at last

06-30-2009

Saw this poem displayed on the home page here at Op.com. I had to come by and read it again. It is a well written poem, Po. :o)

dragonfly1023 commented on To love myself at last

06-28-2009

I love the determination and pride in these words. we all get knocked down by life but the fighters get back up. you go girl :D

optimistic commented on To love myself at last

06-27-2009

I'm glad that the old has come to a halt challenging self can become an impossible task sometime, I experience this on a day to day basis however creating a new you and standing upo to those challenges is all possible. Good poem

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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