We've all got an ego- a teeny, tiny, nasty one.
How would you react if life asked you to get rid of it?
The task isn't easy, nor is the picture of our lives rosy.
Your empty head may give you a false sense of security,
It may seem like your only living lifeline;
Yet, reality bites as it draws you into it's hollow well.
Take pride in being you.
You aren't only who you might be someday.
You aren't a pale picture of the skeletons in your closet.
You are you- today, now, here- YOU are beautiful.
You are alive, well, breathing, sharing, spreading cheer.
You are walking, working, climbing, aiming, achieving.
You are dreaming, creating, risking, thinking, re-trying.
You are bright success in a dreaded bunch of losers.
You are the tide, ripping apart high walls of captivity.
You are the shining star, hoping- glowing in dark nights.
You are the heart where The Warrior lives, tirelessly.
Turn to look into the mirror and pause.
See the rarity, sharpness and brilliance that is you?
When it seems like you can't breathe no more, I promise;
The strings of hope will strum their way into your soul.
Don't ache for the gloss painting your exterior, not yet;
Sweet victories will sing their harmonies unto you, I bet!
Take that road that nobody dares to take;
With love, life and luck- effervescent memories make!
The tale is long, but it's beauty is true;
In difficulties- sigh, but know this isn't the end of you.
You are my warrior, my winning hero;
Being you is my pride- given that, I have no sorrow!
It'll be a new day, in time things will change;
But I'll remain indebted to you for being a little strange-
For persisting, walking, marching through acres of dung,
While holding back tears, the anger upon your tongue.
You know not of your illuminance today, my sweet girl!
As words spill over to watch the world around you swirl.
The voices in my spirit beckon, but I just hold you tight;
There'll come a day when everything's set right,
I'll take you by the pond- in your reflection, to delight!