Self Love

 

  • butterflies

Once when I was running,

from all that haunted me;

to the dark I was succumbing-

to what hurt unbearably.

Searching for the one thing,

that would set my sad soul free.

In time I stumbled upon it,

an inner calm and peace,

and now I am beginning,

to see and to believe,

in who I am becoming-

and all I’ve yet to be.

Lang Leav