A letter to myself

Preethi
Preethi
Sep 8, 2018 · 1 min read


Dear self,

You’ve made yourself believe that,

One obviates pain simply by ignorance,

That the only way the behemoths of the world,

Won’t devour your sanity by inchmeal,

Is by staying under the shadows of insecurities.

You’ve accepted all the different versions,

That the behemoths malinger,

All because you are afraid,

The possibility of acceptance seems like an unknown concept,

Because the slight trembles palliate,

the fact you’re not worth the effort.

But oh,

Dear self,

If you don’t believe in yourself,

Who will?

The stars shine by their own light,

The world rotates by itself,

The sun gives it’s own heat,

And you control yourself.

So, accept yourself,

For what you are,

Not the horrible versions created by others,

Not the horrible versions created by yourself.

Most times,

You’re your biggest behemoth.

With lots of attempts of love,

Me.

Preethi

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Preethi

My attempts on poetry and short philosophical proses.

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