With a slap on the ass and a soft heart,
I arrived searching for comfort and kindness;
Eyes wide open, mind empty, ready to receive.
It’s been many years since that day, decades;
My heart harder; toughened through disappointments,
Eyes strained, mind crowded, filled with shame.
Why be born with hope only to live hopelessly?
Can Darwin explain or should I turn to God for answers?
There seems to be a flaw in my design.
We are taught to love ourselves;
Only then can we love others;
What an improbable task.
We are told to forgive ourselves;
Only then can we find peace;
But who am I to forgive on behalf of those I’ve wronged？
I don’t have the answers;
Perhaps I’m asking the wrong questions?
Maybe, or maybe I’m just a slow learner.
There are glimpses of light though,
Touches of warmth; hints of hope;
Moments when having the answers doesn’t seem to matter.
It’s in these moments,
When my eyes widen and my mind clears,
That, with a soft heart, I’m ready to receive.
It’s been a long time since I’ve written a verse. It feels slow and difficult, but I wanted to make the effort and give it a try.
Be well,
Monty
Monty’s Blahg 
It’s a beautiful poem and I can relate very much. Beautiful indeed, thank you
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Thank you Catherine
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Monty, I think your verses are thoughtful and you seem to be in touch with your emotions. This poem expresses exactly what many people feel and think concerning self-love and forgiveness (though I prefer the term grace). Everyone struggles. But as you know there are moments of clarity and warmth that make it all worthwhile!
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Thanks for sharing your thoughts and feedback. Grace, which I’ve just been learning about, is a true blessing!
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