This poem came to me as I wrestled with thoughts about an issue which can either be perceived as big or as small- depending on who is looking at it and what point they’re viewing from. I realise that I have a choice on how I deal with negative emotions; I can wallow in self-pity, I can sculpt an effigy and idolise it or I can choose to sweep the tiny bean away as a problem so immaterial it can solve itself when ever it is ready; an irritant not weighty enough to shove me into reacting to it.
I was surprised at the unexpected visit of this creative apparition since I rarely write poems. They come to me rather sporadically and tend to be borne out of extreme emotions. So here goes, let me know what you think!
I refuse | Self Pity
I refuse to build an altar around this seed of a concern and kneel before it.
I refuse to craft a helmet with the thoughts in my head and wear it.
I refuse to shape my pain into a badge of honour and pin it.
I refuse to promote my emotions to leader and follow it.
I choose to wear my strength, see my purpose and step boldly into it.
Self-pity is a subtle, seductive yet destructive practice that we’re always at risk of indulging in. If you’re going through a spell of melancholy, I hope this little poem inspires you and places you back in high spirits.
I’d love to read your thoughts on this 😉