Altruism

I am a selfish person. I do not like that trait in myself, But I know it is there, Lying dormant until such a time, As I may be refused something My heart may desire. I cannot correct it, not entirely. I cannot banish it to some shelf hidden away From which it cannot creep forward, again When my wants are not fulfilled. I can only chastise myself For my feelings of self-interest, While I force myself To feel, To say, To do What I know in my heart Is the right and honorable thing. I tell my ego: “Be silent. Be still. I will not hear you.” But those whispers of Want Never fully take leave Always leaving behind their Traces of resentment and hurt. I have learned… Only time heals the wounds of my will And the knowledge that God Steers my heart in the proper direction.