There are three things born of distress, injuries we inflict on ourselves.
The first is Self-Pity, a poisoned blade ever waiting to strike.
Hidden and deadly, it will eat you from the inside.
From this poison Self-Doubt also flows, wounding you further.
Your triumphs undone, pride and ego are helpless before its toxic might.
The last of this triad is Self-Loathing, the hatred of one’s own being.
It’s a flame that consumes you, leaving tattered remnants of mind and soul behind.
These things lie within us all, waiting for our guard to weaken.
You must love yourself and others, through this they lose their power.
by Nicholas Byrley
This poem bloomed from “Self-Pity is poisoned blade, a sharp and deadly blow” to what you see now. I had fun seeing it develop from that. We go through a lot of things we don’t have to in life, simply by laying it on ourselves. To give up love for pity, doubt, or loathing is such a bad bargain. It is always easier to spot these deals in retrospect, not so easy in the moment. This is just a little of my philosophy, my beliefs. I hope you enjoyed it and that you have a blessed Sunday.