What if I didn’t (a poem)

Posted on March 5, 2014 by Aaron J Smith • 0 Comments

What if I didn’t
What if I didn’t doubt myself worth and my strengths?
If I could reach the stardust in my atoms
The magic in my marrow?
If I leaned on my strengths, believing they wouldn’t
Crumble, that they wouldn’t fall and I wouldn’t crash
-Again.

What if I knew my intrinsic worth,
The iron hard heart of flesh
Beating with compassion
That I so easily show my neighbor
But refrain from myself?
What if I knew more than ash made up these molecules,
That more than carbon and silicone and hydrogen
Shaped myself?
That I was more valuable than all I could accomplish
Than what I can do for you?
What if I knew the universe of complexity,
Beauty,
Soft strength,
And hard love
That coursed through my mind and heart?
What if I knew that I was strong,
That areas of my life and my being I could stand on
That they would shelter from the wind,
The dry dust storm of my self-doubt.

What if I did?
What if I embraced my strength,
Believed my being valuable?
What if I saw the wonder that is the only me that history will ever know?
What if my strength came from being my heart?
What if I did
Hold myself up?
What if I knew the belief of myself?
What if I knew how strong I already am?

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