Consuming thy self-esteem
it goes: “I wish, I got that kis”
The colour of envy is green
“I wish it was me, that you miss”
The heart becomes heavy and hollow
“I don’t, but I do deserve to be loved”
Nose down, frown and sadness follow
The aloneness and lack, I’m schouffed.
Penetrating every crack with unusual starkness
Compassion lights up the ever-darkness
Keeping you from you inherent essence as foe
something or someone resists letting go.
Into an ocean of compassion, take a deep dive
let the light penetrate your every cell and strive
Remember who you really are
nothing but a multicolour star.
Lærke Assenbjerg, oktober 2024