If I did not know,
Releasing myself from my own issues...
And problems to make attempts to let them go,
I would still be blaming my kept insecurities...
On someone else to accuse.
With belief that those who critiqued my efforts,
Did it with intent...
To prevent me from doing what I choose.
And some do. AND, so what! ?
No one has ever approached me,
With an offer to pay all my bills.
Or has yet to say, 'Here. Take my winning lottery ticket.'
And today,
Those insecurities I sought to seek confirmed...
I have learned,
There are just too many with their own dysfunctions.
And grateful I am I 'now' understand,
My efforts to make need only my appreciation.
Since someone, somewhere will do anything to prove,
Whatever it is I choose to do...
Will never satisfy to meet their approval. And, so what!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem