Talking to Oneself  

I’ve made a lot of mistakes,  
with sky-high stakes.  

There’s an invisible floating shelf  
of all my clean and ***** laundry,  
always in my face.  

Still, I root for myself.  

Life is, after all, mostly about loss,  
heartbreak, regret,  
and letting go.  

I am here,  
with a healthy dose of love for myself,  
betting on more joyful moments to come.  

For now,  
I breathe.