I may not be around since reality loves to buckle and collapse at the most inconvenient times. I will eventually get back with you, once I conquer whatever is before Me making Me absent. But until then, wish Me luck, for I will need all I can muster.
I used to wake and argue with the mirror,
cataloguing every fault like unpaid debts,
wearing my own name like an ill-fit coat,
afraid someone might see how it pulled at the seams.
I chased approval like a distant lighthouse,
wading into waves that never learned my language,
dimming my colors to match other skies,
calling it love when I vanished from myself.
Some nights the mind turned jury and judge,
every memory dragged to the stand in chains,
sentenced for the crime of being imperfect,
paroled only to return with heavier shame.
But there was a morning that did not arrive with trumpets—
just a thin gray light at the edge of the curtain,
and a small, tired voice in my chest
whispering, stay.
So I sat with the chaos instead of fleeing,
poured tea for the shivering parts of me,
listened as they stuttered out their stories,
hands shaking, but finally heard.
I learned to place a hand on my own shoulder
the way I would comfort a grieving friend,
to say, you may falter and still be welcome,
you may be unfinished and still be home.
Progress is quieter than legends promised:
no grand revelation, no sudden halo,
only the slow unclenching of a lifetime of fists,
the soft astonishment of not turning away.
Now, when doubt knocks loud at midnight,
I make room for it beside my breathing,
and together we watch the dark grow thinner
at the window’s patient rim of dawn.
I have not arrived at any final harbor,
but I walk beside the self I once abandoned,
and step by step, between each careful breath,
I begin again to be my own true friend.
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Author:
Rev. Lord C.M.Bechard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Only way to master one's outside environment, is to master one's inside environment.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Well written, the poem revolves around self-acceptance and the journey toward self-compassion. It explores the struggle with self-criticism, the quest for external validation, and the eventual realization that embracing one's imperfections is essential to finding inner peace. The subject matter reflects personal growth, healing, and the complex relationship we have with ourselves, emphasizing that progress is often quiet and gradual rather than dramatic.
Very nicely composed it also speaks a truth of mastering the inside to gain control of the outer part. There are parts of this poem that speak of uncertainty and confusion of misdirection and a desire to quit but in the end it is resolved with the understanding that in mastering oneself there is not only hope but the ability to go on. Well done
Moving and insightful. Good knowledge of self. Thanks for sharing!
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