Serenity Seeker

a letter to God from the valley floor I have a question for you kind of awkward but how do I learn to love myself because somewhere along the way I forgot whether that was after I learned what it felt like to be objectified or before I got tired of being used to gratify I should be grateful, right Should I be grateful, God ? This culture seems to balance on the principle that no matter how it goes it’s all good if you get it up or get it in even when you don’t want to those words haunt you cause you remember asking God for forgiveness too many times to count during those times I want to be thankful though Even though I’m not sure how anymore I go through the motions though Cause I remember how I’ve lost in the process Learned to stop counting my breaths Cause each of them is precious and I don’t have enough time to itemize So when I remember what it feels like to be laid low I sink to my knees and wait Because perhaps in front of You As You care for me as only a Mother could I will remember what it is to love me Cause I been struggling Fumbling & Slip-Sliding into uncertainty Want to be positive But I’ve never been for cloaking me And I’ve never been invisible What they can’t see I look at as the writing on the wall And I still try to shine in spite of Who am I to not love I still got questions More of an awkward kind Dear God How do I learn To love me From deep within this valley?

 Robert M. Pirsig (via purplebuddhaproject)

She was selfish in a way only she could be Talking everything she could get out of every and anything She was selfless in a way Giving all that she had to all that she encountered She was always starving For knowledge, for acceptance, for love She couldn’t get enough, she was never full enough So she took and she gave and craved for more Always more She was beautiful in every way Because as much as she took she gave ten times more She cried rivers and laughed oceans She had attitude and cussed like it was going out of style Yet she always had a compliment for her fellow woman Always built them up She saw them in her and her in them Their beauty was her beauty, Their growth was her growth She was self-assured in such a way that others Thought she was full of shit Thought she was putting on a facade But this was her Not who she was ten years ago or even who she was last year This was who she was today Through pain, heartache and devestation She learned to love with her whole body With her fingers and her toes With her head and her heart With every bone and every fiber Because she knew that if she loved with all she had No one could ever say she didn’t try

That’s why I’m always weary of space fillers

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