It can be maintained while still adhering to confidence and self-love. Our importance is personal, both in the grand scheme of things and our relationships with others.
Worship it and let it worship you…
Why I am weak –
My Atlas dislocated both his shoulders
In an attempt to hold my world higher
Now my providence is a porcelain rain
Shards of former confidence to nourish
Weeds I swore I cleaned from gardens
I gleaned in dreams I never had
My Atlas is a double amputee
And I hold his burden now.
My Universe is spinning
Around angels dancing on the head of a pin
Now my chaos is gluing wings together
Parachutes of humbleness to cup
Breeze-gulps I gather up and cherish
The fairish wisdom I needed to fly
My Universe is smiling at me
Because I make it laugh.