Loving Myself

They say, with time it heals all wounds

Sometimes, it’s the place where grace just enters you

Damaged goods, callous scar tissues

Singing the blues, while nurturing my bruise

Leading with logic and not with my heart on my sleeves

My heart can disappoint me, but my mind perceives

Self-determination was part of the healing

Pain is human, but I learned that being true to myself is quite appealing

I am my own primary priority

Started with Me, Morally

I had to dig a little to find her

In silence, I can hear her affirmations whisper

Mending myself, transforming

Honey attract flies, because they swarming

Loving myself first, watching my blessings fall in place

I have a story to tell, make room in your book case

By Nancy Illustrious Silfort