Being Selfish
October 29, 2003
Being Selfish weighs heavy on my heart
Creating a momentary state of panic
Threatening to derail me from my life purpose
There is no remorse, only a sense of foreboding
Not so with memories I wish I could recreate
Taking a different path than the one chosen
Regrets are only cause for truthful reflection
That moment and at that time in my life
Being selfish briefly holds my heart hostage
Rapidly it enters my body for the purpose of
Domination, judgment and bellied guilt
A misguided sense of right and wrong
A fierce battle ensues, but there is no contest
Exiting the ring a champion, my heart at peace
There is no celebration, only a containment of anger
Being selfish is my God given right
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