Unkind To The Kindest Poem by Nyx C Styx

I am too unkind
to myself
because I am
like no other

I stand taller
then the rest
but cannot see as far
only that which does not escape
the distance of my outstretched arms

I live with Humiliation
of soul
because I don't want to live
the winter cold
without the thin blanket of his skin
around me

I have no method to melt
the glaciers that surround his heart
but the singular candle I hold
against its frost bitten scars

How long till he feels the warmth?
How long till I flood him
with all that I am and will ever be?
He sails safely
unaware
of just how deep and dark
the ocean is beneath him

I am too unkind to myself
I love all that is unloved
and all that claims it cannot be loved
and all that know nothing
of loving back
yet cannot come to love
myself
because I am like no other