Self Love

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