Self Love
There is beauty in the way we all fall down and get up again,
like the sun that sinks and rises, we have new beginnings.
There is a metaphor that makes every heartache meaningful,
imagery that can make your demons weep in its beauty.
Poetry is teaching that it is ok to not always love yourself
to just breathe and be alive.
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