self-love,
adorned upon me like a cloak,
dripping from my pores,
a language only my heart understands.
self-love,
saves what has been repeatedly shattered,
by those that couldn't love themselves.
"Be gentle with me," I say to myself,
as I learn to be kind
to the person in the mirror
About the Creator
Chloe Rose Violet 🌹
quiet about the wounds
loud about the healing
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As I learn to be kind to the person in the mirror. Nicely Done. Congratulations on honorable mentions.
Thank you everyone! ♥️
Well deserved Honourable Mention for this perceptive poem👍🏼.
Wooohooooo congratulations on your honourable mention! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Congratulations, Chloe!!
This is so beautiful and touching, CRV 💗
Beautiful ✨
I love this!! We have to learn to love ourselves first and foremost in life!
I like the idea of self love dripping from our pores. Then the repetition of self love leading to the next line of ‘repeated’ shattering of the self by others. Such a well thought out structure, if it was unintentional, even better. I love that you include that we can be a bully to ourselves too. My favourite line was ‘be gentle with me’ 👌🏽👏🏽🤗♥️
Oh, this is lovely. Well done.