It’s Not You

Oh, beloved, it’s not you.

You’re not to blame for what they do.

A blossom in the midst of thorns

Is not to blame for bitter scorn.

You shine your light in your own way,

Nevermind what nays they say.

Those of us with working eyes

Are better able to surmise

The endless value had in you.

So find your bliss.

To that, be true.

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Angst Over You

Why angst over you?

All you say and think and do?

What gains have you from tearing

Into your own living, sharing?

Why not accept, embrace the strange

Instead of forcing Self to change?

If you are harming not a soul,

And have yourself under control,

Keep and treasure what defines,

Surrendering all that confines.

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