We are our own God
We all have thorns,
that prick our conscience,
that poke our emotions,
that punctures our fragile ego.
We all have sticks,
to whip our confidence,
to smack our self-esteem,
to bash our beliefs.
Yet, we all have those arms, to hug ourselves and heal.
We all have the judgement to choose how we feel.
We all have those lips, to kiss our wounded soul.
We all have the self-love, To be and feel whole!