On Self Love

 love.

love is soft, kind, quiet

it doesn't judge

it's like a deep breath

or a big bear hug.

love.

love is yours

and it is mine.

if in time, you lose your love

you might just find

secrets that seek, to steal your mind

the secrets lie, they'll sit and say

not for you, not today

don't be afraid, to walk on by

for the secrets that lie don't have to be mine

and on you'll go

across your way

hoping that today, might just be the day

you'll search high and low

over streams that flow

until you realize

it was + has always

been inside