Jan 3, 2018
“I grow love for myself and I am satisfied”
I get lost
in
writing love
letters
to other
people
than myself.
Creating fictions,
lovely pictures,
memories
of future selves.
But when I notice
that they’re made up
and again, I’ve lost my ground,
I begin
to feel lonely,
heartbroken, blue, and down.
Starshine, I
can call myself
sweet and uplifting things.
Starlight, I
can give myself
all the love that I could need.
Dearest, I
have all the power,
all the grace, and all the care
as happens next
when I am with you,
our love not needed, is freely shared.
A love unchained,
a love not desperate,
a love untethered,
love volunteered
is born in one
without intention
but to love
who grew it there.
