Self-serving bias
Drives our motivations
Do I believe I have improved
Am I smarter than others
More talented
Assume good things will happen to me
Perhaps on occasion
But they are never
Grand inflations
(Or long-lasting)
These beliefs are little
And very hard-won
To climb from the smallest smallness
Up to deserving existence
Takes resilience and self-control
I am aware of the follies of delusion
I wish to be good
Am good
But there is darkness inside me
I am only getting to know
Now, without judgement
Curious about her nature
Watching her through a one-way mirror
She desires everything without moderation
To consume others
Itching to have power
Dominion over hearts
To scream at the sky
Slather herself in mud
Dance around fire’s flames
Singed mane, smoke in her nostrils
Charcoal smeared around her eery eyes
Sekhmet with her lion's head
Raging against atrocity
Evil politicians, murderers, abusers
She would wipe them from the earth
Her carnassial teeth
Congested with tissue and blood
Who would control her
Would I?
No one would
No one could
Her tempest is contained
In a forgotten aquarium
Storm raging within
A fortified container
Effortless resistance, engineered
Measured with contingencies in place
To withstand her chaos
I will never release her
But from time to time
I sit with her
Revel in her magnificence
She peers out from my eyes
Immobile, inert
But sometimes
Allow to watch
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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Comments (6)
I am who I am, free and spontaneous, sincere and bright, open and fearless, taking gains and losses as they come, clear-headed and sensible, not pandering, not blindly following, not belittling, I am who I am, not refuting, not explaining, and not afraid of being defined.
Oh wow this resonates so deeply. What a beautiful piece of art this poem is.
Well-wrought! Power corrupts. It takes strength to contain and direct it.
Oooo, she sounds sooo badass! Loved your poem!
A brilliant portrayal of human mind.
Very nice