To love myself, poem

To love myself is like to fight
The tow and tide of oceans deep
I'm not unlike a lonely kite
Locked fast inside a dark storm's keep.

To be a child is to love,
Impulsively without refrain
A man's heart, though, must rise above
The past and hurt that there remain.

So bruised and tired I must try
To keep myself afloat amid
The waves that crush. Alone I cry
In darkness from all help I'm hid.

And yet, somehow, a hope lies here
Inside this heart that's inside out
I see it plain, though quite austere
My life will soon be straightened out.

I know my heart's a treasure chest
Of selfless love and innocence
I just forget that I am blessed,
A prince with an inheritance.

To see what you have seen in me
And love myself the way you can
I want so much. How can I reach
What you've said I already am?

Dark and long has been my night
And faded has my flower been
But you have told me deep inside
Me lies the daytime that will win.

For so can blossoms never fail
And blooms will ever rise to meet
Love's sunshine that will yet avail
Me in my heart so dark and deep.