Be not blind to self—
The dark corners and the light.
Be not deaf to self—
The cacophony and soul’s song.
And when you look down,
Removed as angels from your pain,
As a choice, in which you drown.
Be kind to the child within—
Let tears remind you of tenderness.
Be patient with your incessant “Now!”
Find the passion to begin.
When you want to run away,
And say, “I cannot,” and “I’m afraid,”
Gather your strength,
To chase another unknown day.
Be all of you and more—
Acquaint yourself with who you are.
Be the love that knows no bounds—
To kiss away the wounds you bore.
Alice W. Lee