You feel guilty, don’t you?
For being happy sometimes
While others grieve,
Drowning in oceans of their tears.
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You feel guilty, don’t you?
For being alive,
While others have died,
Kinder than you, smarter than you, younger than you.
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You feel undeserving of good,
Believing that there are others who do more good,
Who embody goodness,
While all you can do is try.
While all you can do is stress,
Stressing about the fact you will never be good enough
To fix the unfairness of life.
Stressing about the fact that your seat at the table is missing a leg,
So you shift in your seat,
Unbalanced.
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You feel guilty, don’t you?
For the kindness and love, people try to slip through the gates of your heart,
But you shut the doors tight,
Because you feel guilty.
Because you feel that there isn’t enough love in the world to pass around,
So you prefer giving your piece to someone more deserving.
Someone prettier than you, funnier than you, calmer than you.
.
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Yes,
I do feel guilty,
Yet still,
I know
I belong here.
.
I belong in the lakes of happiness,
Immersing myself in its gentle tide.
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I belong here,
At this table where power is shared, is embodied.
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I belong here,
In the tissue of your heart,
Singing along with its beating rhythm.
Knowing I am loved and letting myself be loved.
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I belong here,
On this earth,
Breathing in, breathing out.
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I belong to this all,
And I deserve it.
Everyone does.
