better

the pieces of me
lie scattered upon the floor;
not having met my expectations,
I have taken a wrecking ball
to myself
that I might start again;

picking through the wreckage
I seek out the pieces that worked
and hold on to the shards of memory
of my failures

these are the first bricks
of my new foundation
as I rebuild
in a fresh attempt
to be better

Me

too often I look in the mirror
and only see me;
I fail to acknowledge
those who came before -
the ones who made me -

I miss those in the world
who rely upon me;
I only have eyes for the burdens
I have placed upon me,
my mind thinks the world
is being done to me,

I am blind
to all there is to see,
it's foolish to think
the world revolves around me;

if I look with my heart
at all that surrounds me
I can become
a better version of me