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
