Loving oneself,
It is as tedious as counting stars,
yet you can never refuse their alluring charm,
so when you lose the count, start over.
It is as difficult as not blinking your eyes,
But become that beauty, the kind that makes your eyes hard to close.
It is chaotic like getting lost in a crowded fair
but take a breath and savour every stall your life has to offer.
For loving oneself is not a task for a day,
but a constant battle of extremes.
It is choosing yourself,
forgiving yourself for the things you did when you didn't know any better.
and when the doubt creeps in, hold yourself tighter like never before.
So to the lovely people
who stopped celebrating your own birthdays,
who stopped buying yourself gifts,
thinking you are undeserving
show your heart that one strand of love
and it will surely crave more.
Like a toddler's first taste of candy…!
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Comments (2)
The gentle encouragement in your closing lines is so powerful. It’s a beautiful reminder that love for ourselves must be relearned with patience.
I struggle so much with self love and your poem felt so reassuring. I loved it!