Mind

 When one is still

Listening becomes vital

What I get out

Is what 

Is put in

Being selective

As what deserves 

My attention

No need

To be jealous

Anxious

Or envious

Letting the Creator

Gut me

To rebuild

A person

I can recognize 

With pride

And admiration

Seeking popularity

And notoriety

For human appreciation

About destroyed

My soul

The more one

Doesn’t know

Is winning

These days

It’s not hollow

But an affirmation

That who I am

Is a blessing

One I’ve so 

Deceptively dismissed

At the peril

Of my own 

Mind

Love yourself and one another