Saturday, December 24, 2016
If I take any insults I've held on to
& throw them down a well that I shut close,
they don't disappear
but they starve for attention.
I show them I power my thoughts into verbs,
I let in light. The language I choose to keep,
the words I choose to hear in my head, affect me.
I need to treat myself as a friend.
If I wouldn't say what I say to myself
to anyone else, I should reconsider the messages.
& if I feel as though I'm neglecting myself,
I need to remember me.
I should be more loving to myself
& more curious
like I want to