self-love

Bloom

Like flowers — unfazed,
unreserved to show their grace;
Let your colours bloom.

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Tint

“Pain talks over other voices
Puts on a tint of dirt
How do you pay attention
With hissing in your ears?”

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Merry-go-round

I live life like in a sprint—
A lighted matchstick
Stuffed all of myself in every strike
I could not repeat anything twice
Each day, I become a little less

But dirty dishes and laundry ground me
They taught me that life is ongoing
(They taught me rest)
It is everyday; it is in the breath I take
No matter how sick or tired,
I’d draw in one more breath

So enjoy the ride
In this merry go round
Keeping alive is never wasted time

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Yoga

Take breath, find stillness
Sit with the pain
The love you give to your body
It will present itself back to you
As grace, as balance
As strength

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How about we take some god damn responsibility?

How long more are we going to cry
For the world to balance up
Like an empty seesaw on standstill
Shhh, no one moves

For people to be this, but also that
Never mind it contradicts
Never mind that we are all the same—
Balls of wool herd to either sides of fence

How long more will we fall
And blame the ground for the bruise
Accuse the crowd of pushing;
Our parents, for giving us feeble legs

We can circle the game of victimisation
Spend eternal inspecting the manual
Or, take some god damn responsibility
and we start living.

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A Happy Poem

Warm and tender
Skin to skin
Touch to my fingertips

Bright room and morning air
Skin to sheets
Quiet awakening of city

I can too
write a happy poem
When I recall
the start of my days

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No Man Land

I shoved, I pushed
made sure I took

All the right steps
It landed me where

Nobody is, and
now nobody can

relate to my ache;
what keeps me awake

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Single Truth

Where does it begin?
My dire need for validation,
longing for absoluteness.

Wilful prayers sent into nights
Lamenting for a single truth
The murder of perception 

It is a safe, reliable,
fair, and
cruel world.

In the words
“I knew I was right”
Could there be any closure?

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