I’ll write a love poem to myself.
I’ll take my confidence off that dusty shelf,
and I’ll forgive myself.
I’ll fall in love again and heal,
I’ll believe that happiness is real.
I’ll let my heart remain free and open,
I’ll let my soul feed on hope and
faith in my strength.
I’ll flower in the enamored lengths
I won’t cower in the face of my passion.
I’ll smile in the rain,
and laugh in the darkness.
I’ll soothe my pain
with a midnight kiss.