Poetry

The softness of your skin, Echoes the tender ripples of your heart. A touch so light, Gently mirroring your soothing presence. For what is self-love But the beloved recognition of your own goodness.

Dig deep, Even when it feels like there is nothing left, You have endured much worse, Memories encrypted in your soul

This poem is dedicated to all the women out there who are suffering or healing from trauma, relationship and/or mental health issues. I stand with you as we stand with each other. May we all remember and honor our innate beauty and worth for this part of us is always present.

I feel a pull towards letting go. Letting go of how I think I should be. How I think others want to see me.