The New Letter
Some years ago,
I wrote a love letter
To myself.
I had fallen into adoration
With existence
And finally appreciated
What all I consisted of.
Well, time has not frozen,
And I have progressed,
Though the love for myself
Has fundamentally changed.
I have become a very
"Look at the sky,"
"Look at the moon,"
"Look at the shadows in this tree"
Kind of person.
My face has grown rounder
And my eyes more wrinkled,
But being weary
Has no affect
On my ability to smile.
I spend less time
With the mirror now.
It does not please me most days -
But I have developed
A comfort in this.
I have a different confidence now.
I believe that I will look
However I look
And it is enough.
I am enough.
I may fall short
In so very many ways -
But everyone does.
So, I will try to trip
With all the grace I can muster.
I have a particular love
For my wishes:
1. To never stop learning,
2. To never stop growing,
3. To never stop striving.
These are the aspects
I will form myself around now,
As I search
For the authentic love
I deserve to give myself.
No more love poems
For my body
Til I learn
To love
This rebirthed soul.
This is an accomplishment
Both tiny
And noble;
And I have come so far
Just to see the path laid out before me.
- Shae Saltgrave
