I'm broken
totally broken
As we say here: "in pieces"
It's amazing how adversity has the ability to make even the most solid of structures crumble
Like an earthquake of the highest rank on the Richter scale
But as the Japanese use to do with their broken dishes
I'll pull myself together again with the golden lines of self-love
And I'll shine in the warm touch of sunlight
Where each strand tells a story
like skin scars
Speaking of skin, I need to find myself in mine
In this body that for so long was more of others than mine
But I now claim back with guns blazing
This body I once hated
But that I also managed to love
And I am fully aware that the person most capable of loving him completely is myself
Me
i need to love myself
respect me
Getting out of situations that compromise my health
whatever it is
I need to learn to love all the strands of sun's rays color
it takes time, for sure
but believe
In the end I will rise again as a goddess
someone untouchable
immaculate
And maybe, just maybe, I don't need to patch myself up so many times anymore
- Self love can do miracles.
