Several of my poems refer to my inner demons or parts of myself I ignore or hide
as really little children that need my love. This poem is no exception and it
also examines being a man and what growth means to me.
I sit and listen to the masters among alphas and betas.
I am so tired of the anger of the alpha and of beta’s shame.
I’ve caught a glimpse of a different, more powerful life,
Off away from the pack’s need.
I crave to stand in the glory of my blessings,
And to love my life – ALL of my life –
Not needing my wound to find meanings.
My heart bigger, stronger from the wound’s scar.
Loving myself so much,
Having so much room in my heart
For my hurt and frightened children
And the magnificence of my divinity.