Radical Self Love
Comes in waves for me.
Ever since my ex left it’s been
Waves and waves of self love crashing into my beach
Tides so strong they could break your neck
Tumultuous grief mixed with sand and rocks and
Sharp bits of shell pummeling into me shredding my pruned hands
Hard truths mixed with solutions breaking boundaries resulting in some sort of melancholy ecstasy
Bits of pure Heaven breaking through clouds and
Warming my skin
No one here to ridicule me no one here
To doubt me no one here
But me and my radical self love —
The best advice I get is from myself.