Self love
came to me amid a hailstorm of self doubt
It shielded
me from the debris and showed me a way out
Self love
walked in on a freezing winter morning in December
When all the
lights had gone out
It lighted
my way to the exit in the south
Self love is
there in all of us in the little things we overlook
It could be
hiding in the song stuck in your head
Or the last
book you read
Let it in
and let it fill you up
It's going
to be okay
The Bilge Master
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