My doubts

This imperfect body of yours
is nothing more
than just a host for your soul
there is an unseen beauty
dripping from within
so take the brush of self-love
and paint it all over your skin
because you are the comfort of heaven
and the ease of Eden
in you lies a garden of solace
you may not be the pretty
you’ve always craved to be
because darling
you are the vastness of the sea
look into the windows of yourself
and not in the mirrors of doubt.

Beneath the Shadows of Eden

I doubt myself a lot. I have doubts in everything I do, and I wrote this to comfort myself. If I had the paint of self-love I would drench myself in it. But self-love isn’t something that will come to you like an impulsive thought. It’s something that has to be developed over time. Something that requires patience and time. Self-love isn’t just buying yourself expensive, materialistic things, it’s learning to keep your heart content with whatever life throws at you. I would be lying if I say I have mastered the art of self-love. I am nowhere near that stage. But I’m trying and sometimes trying is all that matters.

Poetry book: Curing My Venom

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