I have a cup full of love
and I know a girl full of beauty
who deserves this cup that she receives.
That girl is none other than me.
I love all the shades
of the various colors
that I am painted in
on various days of the year.
I accept who I am in the present
and work to resolve my issues
that need healing in various aspects.
Sometimes, nature comes to my rescue.
I recognize where I need to heal
and mostly, the reason of whatever I feel.
I check whether I am crossing the boundary
and if I am treating people wrong unnecessarily.
I try to look within,
so, I hibernate at times
and take out attention and time
to reflect upon incidents and my deeds.
I apologize when I am wrong.
Though I am unable to forgive
because it destabilizes my peace.
In no sense, then, do I even feel strong
because people don’t keep up to their apology
and I know, they will again hurt me
in the future for sure.
I just keep trying to improve
but in that process,
I don’t love myself any less.
I keep trying to impress myself.
I share compassion and empathy
because I love my own being.
I identify my weakness
and allow myself to seek
and receive help through therapy
to accept and work on my shortcomings.
I share the cup full of love with me.