T’was not work
Creating you,
Inside my mind.
I felt you arrive,
Every. Single. Time.
Me, creative soul
Turned prima dona, maybe.
Mostly, a simple woman.
You laid upon my heart
With your words.
Not for me, you insisted,
But I took them as my own
Because without them
I was still ordinarily alone.
More than anything,
I didn’t want to be.
A shame,
For I am audacious,
Clearly seeing
Myself now
And I love me.
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Accepting yourself opens you to another’s love. Tis true in both religion and romance.
Who’d have thought I would enjoy myself so much. 🙂 And you’re correct, Sir. It can be incredibly hard accepting someone’s love, but God’s love…reconciling His love for us can be hardest of all. Thank you for the perfect reminder. It’s like you know my day job. Smiles
A hint of Neruda perchance?
Neruda’ poem, Always, has an acceptance for true love. I see a passionate man, shoulders back and chest out, declaring. ..bring whatever is behind you and I will accept it too. Lovely. Thank you for asking, Alastair. Humbled
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One cannot grow or create unless one accepts a clear vision of oneself – as your poem expresses so well. Yet I also believe that it is the vulnerable place inside that allows us to feel the truth.
And sometimes that vulnerable place inside of us we want to ignore. Simply because we aren’t ready for the truth. At this point in my life I’ll take it. Thanks for further expressing what I wanted conveyed, Shari ♡
Sometimes it’s the only way we realize Ourselves. Im so happy you have found the Happy again! 🙂
I’m tryin’, you know. Feels nice to be open again. 🙂 Thanks, Poetess.
I know precisely what you mean 🙂
No one is ever alone, my friend.
So lovely and totally agree – excellent!
Hey, Darlin’. Thank you ever so! I’m grateful I this resonated. I’m in good company.
Self love is the best.
Tis how we learn to love someone most beautifully. A perfect love story.
🙂 Agreed
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I don’t know why loving oneself has such a negative connotation. Seems to me, you can’t love others until you love yourself. Beautiful photo … and beautiful, wise words to accompany it!
I feared this may come across as narcissistic. There is so much importance in loving ourselves. Knowing our worth. Cheers, my friend.
Wonderful piece, and I love Indian Paintbrushes.
Sigh. Thank you, Michael. My Confession takes me back a ways. Smiles. Glad you liked it. A beautiful flower, indeed.
This is what I was referring to when I added my post on National Poetry Day. How do you evoke so many emotions with just these few words. good one, Audrey.
I’m just overwhelmingly grateful my offerings resonate with those who choose to read my poetry. I don’t know how it works, this poetry writing thing, but I feel blessed to been seen as utilizing the craft well. Thank you, Jacqui.