My heart is hurting <br />Because I am doubting, <br />Myself. <br />It seems as though others hurt me <br />But I don’t believe <br />They really have that power. <br />They only make suggestions <br />Of things I could believe <br />And I am only hurting <br />When the truth that I perceive <br />Says something is very, <br />Very wrong with me. <br /> <br />I see you beautiful one, <br />Sitting in contemplation. <br />You fear that it is true. <br />That you are something less than whole. <br />Something less than love. <br />Something less than you. <br />The intoxicatingly beautiful you, <br />That you know you truly are. <br />Why? <br /> <br />Why do you entertain these thoughts of less than love? <br />Why would spend your time in any place but bliss? <br />How does it serve you to revisit this, <br />Seemingly endless train of thought, <br />That has only brought, <br />You pain from the first time you entertained it. <br />You are loved. <br />You are love. <br />End of story. <br /> <br />Stay there in the reality of love. <br />Love those who doubt you <br />Love you who doubt you <br />All is well, always, <br />In the reality of love.<br /><br />connie crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/doubting-myself/
