Deep inside the self an idea lies,
Submerged it goes unseen, yet holds sway
In subtle and insidious ways
Throughout our lives.
It softly whispers ruinous chatter
of lack of worth, and worse
It tells how undeserving we are of love,
Yet on these wily words we shape our lives.
And then, a time arrives when someone
Shows a path, not known till then,
Of Trust and Care, and takes us where
We’ve never trod before.
But in the face of such elation, this idea cannot survive.
And so it strives to wreck the joining, wresting from us
Our control, instead inflicting accusation,
Spreading discontent until, it takes its toll -
And in its victory-roll that evil elf
Has shown again our worthless self.