Is it awkward to wrap your arms around yourself

Like a lonely person who can’t get love from anybody else?

To kick up on those endorphin highs

And leave a perpetual crease of a smile stretched so wide,

Where your heart strings strum a rhyme

Hip-hoppin’ and boppin’ all out of time;

And your soul squeals high on a dubious note

Where the seams of lost hope are undone and buried in a tote.

 

 All your mistakes and inadequacies are mere teases

Of an inevitable being left to grow like leaves

In a tree never quite perfect

And maybe a bit crooked,

Yet you can only be the best you you can be

And that’s what ole timers call the “bee’s knees.”

 

Yet those dreaded downers in life

Really bring you low to suffer personal strife,

Making you feel like an insignificant dot

In a large-ass world where you are often not sought.

Yet, your life’s path

Leaves a conspicuous splat,

Mistaken as a birthmark, landmark,

Streak-mark on a world so blatantly stark.

 

And watching from heaven’s gates,

Angels smirk down on you with approval on their face.

So be proud of your awesome self

By just being yourself.

And don’t be ashamed

About treating yourself to that awkward embrace.