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Dwelling in the court
of the inner-sanctum
of contemplation,
sage mind of jurisprudence
charged my heart
with abject neglect;
not of cherished others,
but of myself:
collectively, me and I.
It is written that
we must love others
as we love ourselves;
furthermore, that we
should love each other
as the Author of love has.
Can the mind
be greater than
the heart?
Or am I forced to take
the fifth, lest I
self incriminate myself;
subjecting the heart
to becoming a pawn
in the jury of mind.
For so long, in innocence,
I’ve been guilty
of backwards love
leaving self-love
collecting dust
of the shelf of self.
Me, myself, and I
have been for so long,
strangers to each other;
each giving unto others
that love God has sanctioned
that we should give our self.
To err is human; to forgive,
divine. Are not me, myself, and I
not worthy of earthly divinity?
Forgive me, self; forgive me…
little did I know…self love
needs no defense;
neither does self-love
needs acquittal
for being guilty of purpose:
Loving the who I am; loving
who I’ve always been; loving
who I’ll always be.
Welcome home, you;
me, myself, and I
have dearly missed you.
