Sometimes—
Self-Love doesn’t rhyme.
It’s not taking the time to climb,
The mountain carrying the Flaws,
Like you can learn from the claw marks on your back.
It’s not holding on for dear life,
To that knife so tightly.
It’s letting go of the cliff that’s crumbling,
Free falling and letting your soul lift.
Smiling brightly in that first breat…read more