Self Love Poem.

Though you might think that I am weak,

I am the thunder in the morning that wakes you,

and I am the breeze that kisses your cheek.

I am built of golden hair, impulsive tattoos,

rosy cheeks, poetry, and I know who I am.

I am resilient like a rooted tree in the middle of a hurricane,

but I roam the earth freely like a gypsy with no plan,

and nothing about my existence is mundane.

My spirit is one with the universe and the light

within me comes from the stars above,

although my life is not always bright,

I have learned the purest form of love.

This pure love- it is within me,

knowing that, I am exactly who I’m meant to be.

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