I wrote this a long time ago. I need to believe this again…
Is just like me
Is my age, smiles at the same jokes, cries at the same sad stories
Walks past me and in my mind I say
Is getting fit
Believes she is beautiful but why does my mind demean her?
Is loving the way her clothes fit but why does my mind run to the way her clothes don’t look right
Is trying to change me from my misperceptions of pretty
Is unique and so am I
The poet in me give me the words I need
That I can learn this simple creed,
So I may know the way of life
Enjoy the good, keep out the strife.
Self-discipline is my desire
It will keep me out of the fire,
To increase my own will power
I will not cower.
Emotions are the way I feel
Control of them, they are the real deal,
So I can reason, good or bad
Then keep the joy and shun the sad.
Imagination can light the fire
Can create a vision higher,
My conscience is my judge each day
So I can choose a better way.
In my memory, can impress
All the good I need address,
So in my mind I have power
To live my life this very hour.
Self-discipline it is my creed
And it will give me all I need,
To set the goal I can complete
So I can create a life that’s sweet.