Poetry for the Soul

Complete Me

 I beg you to --

Be with me.

Complete me.

Fix me.

Make me laugh.

Make me smile.

Make me see the joy, wonder, and beauty in the world.

But you won't --

not because you don't want to,

but because you can't.

Only I know how to--

be me,

complete me,

and fix me.

No one can make me laugh, smile, or think,

if I refuse to see the joy, beauty and wonder in me.

Anger, self-pity, and pain are cruel, heartless opportunists,

slithering into the crevices of self-doubt,

and feeding like gluttonous leeches.

But over time I smoke these leeches out of their dark holes.

I slay them with my strength.

I let love flood in--

First my own.

My own gratitude.

My own strength.

My own joy.

If free myself up to be open to your love,

And when I do, it flows towards me.

And I find that--

No one can love you,

no one can complete you,

if you don't love,

if you don't first complete,

yourself.