The journey
to real self-love
is not always easy
There are so many elements
that can trip you up:
jagged rocks
that slightly jut out from
the silken, earthy surface
paths of black ice
that look clear
but slide you from your course
their invisibility
only tangent
after the fall
light flash floods
that turn into monsoons
at a moment's notice
a reflection of clear blue sky
that somehow turns
into a seemingly solid wall
But if we can hold on
and somehow stay connected
to the shining root within
let it hold us in place like an
invisible anchor
the floating umbilical cord
that connects us
to our inner mirror
deep reflection
and resurrection
Then we will know
that every slip
is truly temporary
and only leads us to the
improved firework
of ourselves:
for nothing can stop us
No matter what
we will blossom into
the very electric flowers
we were meant to,
and, at our own
blessed pace,
burst into
the gentle ululation
of
the stars
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC
The journey
to real self-love
is not always easy
There are so many elements
that can trip you up:
jagged rocks
that slightly jut out from
the silken, earthy surface
paths of black ice
that look clear
but slide you from your course
their invisibility
only tangent
after the fall
light flash floods
that turn into monsoons
at a moment's notice
a reflection of clear blue sky
that somehow turns
into a seemingly solid wall
But if we can hold on
and somehow stay connected
to the shining root within
let it hold us in place like an
invisible anchor
the floating umbilical cord
that connects us
to our inner mirror
deep reflection
and resurrection
Then we will know
that every slip
is truly temporary
and only leads us to the
improved firework
of ourselves:
for nothing can stop us
No matter what
we will blossom into
the very electric flowers
we were meant to,
and, at our own
blessed pace,
burst into
the gentle ululation
of
the stars
