I Hold Me In My Arms

My life would be so much easier if I agreed to seeing myself the way everyone else does.  

If I could just make myself believe that I am small and insignificant...

That I am not intelligent or exceptional or talented.  

If only I could I agree that I am one of many...

That I don't have any special purpose or brighter shine.  

How is it even possible after a lifetime of villains and a message of my inadequacy forced upon me by many and at every age that I can still hold myself in such high regard?

My opinion of my value, my abilities and my character has never been mimicked from some outside force.

No one else has ever loved me as kindly and unconditionally as I do.

My worth has never been validated by another human being ever in my life.

But somehow I have inherently known that I am immensely valuable for as long as I can remember.

Never has there been enough power in the judgment or cruelty of others to alter my opinion of myself.

I love me.

That is permanent.