I’m
beginning
to see
self love
in a different way.
Learning
to love yourself
for what you used to doubt,
to question, to hate–
that is the most important part.
The smile on your face,
the eyebrows above it,
the eyes a boy used to love,
the stories within them.
Water can crash down
and hurt you but in the end,
it is only water.
Everything else is just a feather,
floating,
remaining neutral.
July 2, 2016