Poem: self

It is the dream that I never knew would come.

The life that has brought so much pain is starting to bring joy.

Knowing that what could be is happening.

The only thing missing is love.

Love for oneself is hard to find.

Love for others is growing inside, and not letting it catch the breeze from the door you hide.

To love oneself will be a journey.

This is the time to be alive and you are taking it in stride.

Tomorrow things might change, but today you just hope they stay the same.

You are falling for the person you never like.


You are starting to believe in you, and it is a blessing to see.