Poem by Wendye Savage

Image by Christopher Weidlich/Corbis

It is vital, I must say

That one gets out of one’s own way:

In the self defeating grand illusion

Resulting in an unhappy conclusion:

The search for love from someone else

Instead of finding it in a place within ourselves:

Purchasing homes, cars and things

Oh, the illusion of happiness that it brings:

It’s sad to say, but it’s so

Things perish, people come and go:

There stands someone in the mirror

Longing for you to grow closer, nearer:

Who will love you, be your best friend

If you take the journey deep within.