Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
But live I must, for now, so I'll contrive
To try things, to explore, to seek a guide
Or mentor to help lead me. I'm alive,
And thus there's hope, and so upwards I'll glide
T'wards better love, t'wards more, if e'er I may;
I'll build on what I learn. I'll try self-care
And cherish ev'ry triumph, ev'ry day,
Each day of self-love growing more aware.
I'll learn what I am good at, and take cheer
In bettering myself; and, if less good,
But vital to myself, I'll persevere
In baby steps, as any novice should.
I think this is a process, not a cure
That's instant. And in time, I might be sure.
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I need to love myself--but that's quite hard.
I don't know how to do it, nor do I
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