Self Love - A poem

Once I was asked to name the things i love
It took long to mention my name
But as I took a deep sigh
I suddenly remembered in split seconds
How I have ran races, cried tears
Beaten myself so many a times
And I even gave up
I saw myself as not beautiful, not elegant, not good enough.
I had walked the streets of self pity.
That was the best I gave me!
Little wonder many others couldn't surpass the standard I had raised.
It was only natural to get from others what I gave myself
But from that moment till now
Have I walked in the light self-realization
Surely I am more than the eyes meet
In this light will I walk from henceforth
Surely I'm in love with me.

_Lawal Dammy