Lent

My self ?

standing alone, looking around at everything out there
only slightly contained or described in here
translated from other into this self
my perspective
my understanding
my feelings

the other invades this self

I cling to every distraction and preoccupation
which allows me not to see myself
not to look in the mirror
not to be reminded of me

greater love has no one than this

yet, claiming the self is an inalienable right
I deserve
I earned
I achieved

never enough

even when I try to be concerned with the other,
I am primarily concerned with expressing my self to the other
making the other observe me, approve of me, affirm me

yet

if the self is released
the other can be held

following One who surrendered self, to hold the other…