In an indifferent universe, not loving oneself invites adversity.
I am also wary of conditional self-esteem:
which only accepts a “special” existence,
being intolerant toward the ordinary.
Could self-hatred make us incapable of a happy relationship…
even with ourselves?
Inner severity undermines attempts at kindness.
Abuse lives on through psychic forces.
Always ready to attack.
I remember the child, looking to its mother for protection,
not realising she was a source of his father’s power.
Against injustice, hatred may feel like strength.
Prejudice as a default condition.
Ethics to rationalise aesthetics.
I was trapped behind this face.
Rejected for lacking beauty.
Could these perceptions be fought?
Many things might jangle the inertia of beliefs
but resistance needs overcoming for them to change.
I recall meeting people whose desire for control led to a doctrine
of personal invulnerability.
Claiming nothing happened without their assent.
As if illness and death were for wimps.
Unfortunately, they all had at least one
unpleasant surprise due
in old age.
Sensing my mind wander
a question loomed…
Am I still romantic enough
to imagine that some verbal answer
for the problems of life