Poetry

Dance for Myself

When did it all become so complicated? The bygone years of childhood Muddle in the mind, discombobulated. Would you go back if you could? Read More

Dance for Myself

When did it all become so complicated?
The bygone years of childhood
Muddle in the mind, discombobulated.
Would you go back if you could?

At what age did modesty melt
Into detachment and low self-esteem?
When did emotion shiver. Denied to be felt?
If only the damns would break and let out the stream.

Who dare love them self?

I dance alone in life’s ballroom,
For now. Others jeer and mock,
Asking how I dare bloom
Alone, with my heart held in lock.

For myself, that’s all
So long they have chaffed,
So many have I lifted as I fall,
Is it selfish? Selfish to be the one I save.

Who Dare love them self?

For my own sanity I say,
That it is time to be the one
Who loves me today.
For my own sanity, I say.
It will be a long long dance,
It will also take practice.

Yet, don’t tell me that I can’t love others,
If I don’t love myself.

Don’t tell me I am unable to love,
If I don’t love myself.

For my own sanity,
I will love myself for when no one else will.