Whole
I am self-sufficient
I am the ying to my yang
I do not need a man to heal me
But I do need him, when the time comes
To understand that I am already whole
And not in the way that the ocean is
All full and complete
But in a way where my father which art
in heaven has become the crutch that helps
me walk from the ailment of being human
I am a disaster
A storm that's always brewing
A tornado that knoweth not which way to go
And he saves me
From myself
Every time
I am sick but I
am whole
And he loves me
Yeah I know, he loves me
This poem is about:
Me