Why is it
that when pressure
is applied to me
these days..
I have developed
an unfortunate
new tendency
to crack?
I know I am a living legend,
it is not up for debate..
For, there are mounds
of cold, hard evidence
to indisputably support
this fact.

Maybe I am.. just tired.
Oh.. so.. tired of believing.
That I must somehow still
convince the other
of my worth.
To make them see
that I’m enough..
That what I have
precisely covers
what it takes..
to be The One.
Their only One.
Their truest love.

I know the problem
lies in me,
and not in them.
All that is asked of me
is just to be
exactly who I am.
Perhaps a step away
and an appropriate
reframing is what’s needed..
for the sake
of my own sanity
and health.
Before I take another step
upon the path I glimpsed
through The All-Seeing..
Eye of God.
Towards my own,
nobody else’s,
highest self.

Perhaps..
The proof is left
as an exercise
for the writer.
The reader’s own
impressions, frankly..
are beside the point.
In living my best truth,
I shall not aim to win
the love of others..
my only aim shall be
to self-anoint.

God is my witness..
I am His executor.
Greater than Him,
it should be evident,
that I am not.
For, what He sees
greatly exceeds
beyond horizons
of my best
discernment..
I merely do my duty
and accept my lot.