Facing reality.

Facing the reality of being alone
Realising that I am my own forever home
Coming to terms that before I be warm to some else, I first have to be warm to my self
Love is not something I have to go out and find, love is something I didn't even know was mine
Love for the child that was me
Love that I have for the imperfect woman I am, see?
I will not find reassurance in the arms of a man,
But rest assured, though a tough journey it is,
I will find it, through blood, and the thick tears blurring my already blurry vision,
I am my own journey, my journey has already begun.