Truly Love
You broke my stereotype
you broke my patterns
you broke my fears.
You pulled the cracks of my soul
left my tears,
to crash like waves
on the rocks of my self-judgment.
But I watched the light glisten off them,
I made mandalas with those rocks
I held my skin like it was my favorite coat
and unzipped my heart.
And now I stand naked and free,
to truly love.
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