Outgrowing Self-Loathing

My suit of self-loathing no longer fits The mirror of compassion tells me so Years of bad-intentions held back growth After a time, the length of my sleeves bind I didn’t realize I’ve become over-sized These angry pants are fit for a small child How silly I look with cuffs choking wrists How I’ve loved my painfully straight jacket Like it or not, the right suit still waits No one other than I can disrobe loathing The best cloak is the one from the womb It takes skill to unstitch a childish blazer It takes care to unhem pants outgrown It takes love to go out in my birthday suit Let tatters of anxiety fall down the chute Self-loathing keeps me from disrobing But, I’m not ready to shed my suit yet The manly scissors that cuts are too heavy After self-loathing is bare understanding Forgive the man unstitching childishness Let go of short-comings without clinging Take the macho suit off the rack with care Try on that fitted suit made for just me Wear it till love fills the over-sized space Take it all off till nakedness feels nice Matthew 24:18 "Whoever is in the field must not turn back to get his cloak."