Well you know 
I didn’t come 
here to find 
you I came 
here to find 
me and you 
found me by
me finding myself 
first funny that

There’s one way
to love yourself 
open that door 
you know the 
one at the 
end of the 
hall either upstairs 
or maybe downstairs 
and face whatever 
it is that 
you find there 
it’s doubtful that 
it is monsters 
more likely shadows 
of things that 
you’ve believed for 
so long were
mistakes and failures 
and all other 
kinds of nonsense 
that children conjure 

There will be 
a reckoning and
when that trumpet 
sounds will you 
be on the side
of those who 
listened with empathy 
or will you 
remain selfishly deaf
to another’s misery 
for only the 
ears of kindness 
will ever be 
able to hear
the horns call
I pray for 
your cold souls 
for your eternal 
despair will go 
silent and unanswered 
just as the 
wails of those 
whom you ignored 
in the name 
of your money 

I fell in love 
again later in life 
and it caught me 
by surprise it wasn’t 
anyone who I’d expected 
I spent so much 
of my life loving 
others that I never 
gave myself a chance 
to simply love one 
that one is me

Me pebble 
once stone 
before rock
and part
of mountain 
like sliver 
once plank
before limb
and part
of tree
shaped carved
whittled down 
becoming less
yet more 
for those 
things unseen 
are frequently 
most irritating