Tuesday, August 10, 2010

What Do I Really See?

I see a being with many imperfections,
Someone who always needs to change.
I am like a puzzle with missing pieces,
Who is not completely put together.

No matter what I do with my life,
What I do is never enough for me.
Even though I work hard and study,
I often feel I could be doing more.

I could help others in need sometime,
Pay someone who is elderly or sick a visit.
I could take more classes to get smarter,
I feel like I often act in my life as a moron.

Why do I accept others for who they are,
While I cannot accept who I am inside?
I constantly push myself to look prettier,
Be nicer, work harder, and do better.

For myself I accept nothing but perfection,
While I treat everyone else as a human being.
I act as if I don't deserve to be simply be human,
I must be something more to be good enough.

While secretly I know that I cannot be perfect,
A part of me holds hope that someday I will be.
I need to let go of these unrealistic expectations,
So I can accept myself and fully love myself again.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

In Memory of the Remaining

For some reason we are still living here,
While others we have loved are gone.
Our memories for them still live inside,
While physically they are no longer here.

We are as strong as an expert weight lifter,
As we hold on to these bittersweet memories.
We are learning to live without them,
We are trying to move on without them.

For we cannot live in the past that we formed,
We must live in the present where we are.
What's done is done; they really are gone,
And we must accept what has happened.

Nothing that we can do can change the past,
We must accept the present and move on.
We can live without the ones that have died,
And we can learn to live without them now.

We can make new and marvelous memories,
That will help us enjoy our present and future.
Let's move on from these tremendous tragedies,
Let's honor the dead we adored by loving life.