Radical Self Love

Comes in waves for me.

Ever since my ex left it’s been

Monsoon season.

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.