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Belittle My Soul
by Kalikala SmithBelittle my soul,
For I am not worthy of being loved,
The way you love me.
I can only respond,
With fear and duty,
For my creator and Master.
Belittle my soul,
For I am weak and weary,
Of being loved by anyone else,
And attempting to love out of my own heart.
Belittle my soul,
For I am merely one of many,
And Ive ruined my chances,
Of being loved the way I couldve been,
And the way maybe I shouldve been.
Belittle my soul,
For my heart has been beyond tortured,
And is now waiting for Your next command,
To come and settle the score,
And take away this burden Ive laid so heavily upon my heart.
Belittle my soul,
For I am like an animal,
Moving by instinct,
Oblivious of the bigger picture,
Knowing only what Ive learned,
And not anything more.
Love my soul,
For I am just wanting to know how to love myself.
01/15/2004 Author's Note: written right after new years...
Posted on 01/15/2004
Copyright © 2024 Kalikala Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Matt Forget on 01/16/04 at 08:02 PM An all does thou love thy piece. C'est tres bien, Chantal! Mais, la musique avec la poem est une tres bonne aussi! C'est bonne!
Ehh...so my francais is a bit scratchy...you get the point right? Nice work and remember, I'm always around to talk. |
| Posted by John Harder on 01/19/04 at 04:06 PM i think we all feel like this at times. i know i do. thanks for writing such a kool poem. |
| Posted by Richard Trotter on 01/20/04 at 12:45 AM nicely told. a great evocation of world weariness, I know that I can certainly relate. |
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