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Self Love

Self Love

It doesn't hurt when I leave anymore. When I said what I needed to say, I smiled bigger than before. I stood up, lifted my head, and retained my self love.
I don't yell to be heard. I don't stay in my pain. I don't remain in your sorrow and blame.

I get up and keep going.

Even now I'm smiling.

 

It isn't suffocating to drive home. When I got in the car, I felt relief and peace being alone.

I'm not angry anymore. I remind myself to straighten my back, grip the wheel, and look forward.

I don't get angry when you can't see. I refuse to let you get the best of me. 

I'm not sad. I just breathe. 

 

No, it doesn't hurt anymore.

Yeah, I've grown beyond your glares.

Nice try reaching me!

 

I left with my dignity. I'm proud of myself. I'm happy. It feels better than ever to smile bigger than before. When you stand up, lift your head, treat yourself better, and retain your self love.

 

Keep going. Keep driving. Keep your eyes on the road. Stay focused. Love yourself. Be safe. Drive away.

It isn't long before that little voice in your head says,

"I'm so proud of you. You arrived at your destination."

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Being Me

It's good that you have managed to move forward and have found some self confidence. It's a poem that's quite uplifting and a pleasure to read. Go YOU!!

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