No one ever taught me to love
myself.
It is something I learned on my own.
Always searching, searching outside of myself.
Filling, filling a hole with no bottom.
A hole with no end.
A fruitless effort.
Never realizing, never understanding
that love of self is a pre-requisite for love of
anything
else.
Wanting, wanting and never attaining.
Waiting, waiting for something that was never coming.
Never realizing, never understanding that
I
was all that I had hoped and dreamed for.
No one ever taught me to love
myself.
It is something I learned on my own.
About Me
- V
- Mother. Seeker of kind gestures and kind humans. Frequently inspired and sassy by nature. Lover of love. Always making mountains out of my molehills.
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