Ego's Real Sense Of Esteem Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking straight and honestly at my ego, wondering at it's
pure innocence as I gaze into it's essence alone.

Social norms and values don't seem to have made much of an
impression on it, yet family's gentle reminders through
the actions of it's members seems to have formed and
shaped it humbly and it remains so to this day.

Having taught ego through a quiet perseverance how to
encompass compassion, patience, equality, faith, hope, a
sense of belonging - having had the example of family with
the same traits to be emulated and copied through the years.

All these actions have actually given ego a real sense
of esteem without any of the false pretenses others seem
to have.

It somehow holds truths to it's heart and portrays itself
honestly and forthrightly, never feeling a crisis of self-
worth, knowing the importance of self through life, an
important factor to self-preservation.

Allowing the heart options to it's center of being, allows
the presence of an entirely different set of values and worth
throughout life.

Always cooperating with other factions of humanness, taking
it altogether with the presence of mind, heart, ego, soul
and self - it can never really be separated, because they
are all connected within one being of absolute life and
energy, giving us the power needed to exist.