83 Poems about Self Love That Will Empower You - Lifestyle | Motivation | Poems (2024)

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I searched for love in faces and places,
Longed for approval, ran endless races.
Until I realized, the love I seek,
Was always within, not for the meek.

I am my sunshine, my moon, my star,
The love I need is never far.
In my own hug, in my own smile,
I find love that stretches mile by mile.

Love from within, what a precious find,
A soothing balm for the restless mind.
Now I walk with a joy so divine,
Loving myself, through rain or shine.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Whose the fairest of them all?
You say not me, but I disagree,
For my worth is something you can’t see.

I’m not just a face, not just a style,
I’m laughter, tears, I’m versatile.
The stories I’ve lived, the people I’ve met,
Make me someone you’ll never forget.

So, mirror, thanks but no thanks for your view,
My worth is something you never knew.
It’s carved from life, from love, from pain,
Something a glass could never explain.

Self-love as we know is a necessary thing
But leave it to others our praises for to sing
And though good self-promotion to success often lead
That depends on who you are or how bad is your need.

For your personal ambitions or for wealth or for fame
For glory for self and your family’s name
But self-love can be taken to the very extreme
And vanity is not a good trait it would seem.

Lack of self-love as we know can lead to a life of crime
And many of those who lack in self-love in jail serve some time
For a better life for themselves they cannot dream
Due to their lack of self-worth which leads to low self esteem

Self-love is most important when all is said and done
For if you cannot love yourself you cannot love anyone
But extreme self-love for the soul poverty
As it often can lead to extreme vanity.

In the garden of my soul, I sow,
Seeds of love, where self-worth can grow.
I water them with kindness, true,
Showered in the light that I pursue.

Weeds of doubt may try to rise,
Thorns of past that criticize.
But with self-care, I cut them clear,
Making room for flowers to appear.

I am the gardener of my own grace,
Cultivating peace in this sacred space.
With each new bloom, I’m more complete,
In my soul’s garden, self-love is sweet.

grace will find you
when thoughts fade away
crushed with unbearable grief
“losing your mind”

suffering during a dark night of the soul
the ego crumbles; revealing the light
your soul consciousness
“finding yourself”

directly experiencing the divine sense of oneness
where everything is connected at a deeper level
there is but one consciousness appearing as many
“awakened”

breathless views are available with inner focus
crossing a chasm with one final leap of faith
you become blissful; radiating like the sun
“experiencing enlightenment”

revived with a new perspective
humans are never perfect
but our pure being is
“love”

In darkness deep, I find a light,
A tiny spark that’s pure and bright.
It’s not from stars, or moon’s soft sway,
It’s within me, and lights my way.

This inner glow, this radiant beam,
Guides me through life, like a dream.
Through trials and joys, come what may,
I am my light, both night and day.

So let your inner brightness shine,
For you are yours, and I am mine.
In self-love’s light, we find the way,
To greet ourselves, and brighten the day.

Who says I can’t go back in time
No, not the records on my shelf
Just flip a switch and there I am
A version of my younger self

I turn the beat around all night
In memories of Disco shoes
A fever boils inside my brain
Love for the night is mine to lose

Who says I can’t go back in time
No, not the clock that haunts my wall
The tick and tock now tock and tick
As I drift back and have a ball

As pages turn in rhythmic flow
The photos in my book agree
It’s just as though I’m really there
Another sip of wine for me!

I am the captain of my ship,
On a sea so vast and wide.
With self-love as my compass,
Confidence becomes my guide.

No storm can dim my vision,
No wave can shake my core.
For I am strong and capable,
Always yearning to explore.

So let the winds of doubt blow,
And let the tides of fear roll.
They cannot drown my spirit,
For I’m the captain of my soul.

I have known only my own shallows—
Safe, plumbed places,
Where I was wont to preen myself.

But for the abyss
I wanted a plank beneath
And horizons…

I was afraid of the silence
And the slipping toe-hold…

Oh, could I now dive
Into the unexplored deeps of me—
Delve and bring up and give
All that is submerged, encased, unfolded,
That is yet the best.

I am a canvas, not just black and white,
A spectrum of colors, in the day and night.
Each shade represents a part of me,
Together they form my unique decree.

I have my blues, moments of sorrow,
And vibrant yellows for a better tomorrow.
Greens of growth, and reds of love,
Each color gifted from the sky above.

I love each hue, each tone, each shade,
In every moment, they softly cascade.
For the colors of me are a beauty so grand,
A masterpiece crafted by a divine hand.

In life’s journey, come what may,
Others might leave, but I will stay.
By my side, in times thick and thin,
I am my own best friend within.

No need to search far and wide,
For a true ally is by my side.
Mirror reflects not just my skin,
But a best friend who’s always been.

So I vow to love me, come what may,
In every night, and in every day.
I’ll be my friend, till the very end,
A loving heart to myself I’ll send.

I’m grateful for the sun
which shone on younger days
The days of scurried heartbeats
and butterflies of love

And for the carefree hearts
on beaches of my youth
The nights of clothes and cars
and bars of clubbing beats

I’m grateful for the sun
which lights the memories
of newlyweds with king sized beds
and never-ending dreams

And for all the glory days
I’ve lived and loved, gone by
Yet, as I know sun still
I’m grateful for the glory days of now

With self-love as my shield,
And confidence my sword,
I face life’s battlefield,
In harmony, in accord.

No arrows of disdain,
Can pierce my armor true.
For every drop of rain,
I have a hopeful hue.

So, let life’s battles come,
With challenges, anew.
My armor keeps me from
The doubts that I once knew.

I am not just a single note,
In life’s vast symphonic boat.
I’m highs and lows, I’m fast and slow,
A symphony of me, you know.

I value me, in each rendition,
In every key, and each position.
I’m a melody, complex but free,
A harmonious version of me.

So let your life’s music play,
And love yourself in every way.
For you’re a tune that’s rich and free,
A splendid, loving symphony.

As the mother bird to the waiting nest,
As the regnant moon to the sea,
As joy to the heart that hath first been blest—
So is my love to me.

Sweet as the song of the lark that soars
From the net of the fowler free,
Sweet as the morning that song adores—
So is my love to me!

As the rose that blossoms in matchless grace
Where the canker may not be,
As the well that springs in a desert place—
So is my love to me.

I fell and stumbled, took a hard blow,
Thought I was done, with nothing to show.
But then I stood, wiped away the tear,
Found that I’m stronger than my fear.

Life’s full of bumps, twists, and turns,
With each one, a lesson learned.
I take them in stride, embrace the unknown,
For in each challenge, I have grown.

Unbreakable, unstoppable, that’s me,
Not just surviving, but living free.
Though life’s a maze, I won’t be torn,
For I am resilient, every day reborn.

I Celebrate Myself

I Celebrate myself, and sing myself,

And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.

Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.

O Me! O life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.

That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

Blank white paper
Infinite hope, endless promise
An inspirational instrument

The artists canvas and lawmakers device
How an absent lover expresses love so precise

So much to say, I’m intimidated by its potential
Fearful to express my true self to you
Or to people exponential

Fear is a disease
A disease impeding me from being me

Blank white paper
A horrifying shrill to action

Blank white paper
My call to create
Channel your optimism
Divorce your pessimism
Summon the courage, others will follow

Allow your new future to begin today
Reveal your dreams hidden by white ink on
Blank white paper

When you’re up against a trouble,
Meet it squarely, face to face;
Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
Plant your feet and take a brace.
When it’s vain to try to dodge it,
Do the best that you can do;
You may fail, but you may conquer,
See it through!

Black may be the clouds about you
And your future may seem grim,
But don’t let your nerve desert you;
Keep yourself in fighting trim.
If the worst is bound to happen,
Spite of all that you can do,
Running from it will not save you,
See it through!

Even hope may seem but futile,
When with troubles you’re beset,
But remember you are facing
Just what other men have met.
You may fail, but fall still fighting;
Don’t give up, whate’er you do;
Eyes front, head high to the finish.
See it through!

When skies are gray, and winds are tough,
When roads are hard, and climbs are rough,
Who will save the day, take the brunt?
The hero within, in this daring stunt.

No need for capes, no need for flight,
Just inner strength, and resilient might.
In each hurdle faced, in each challenge won,
The hero within says, “It can be done!”

Through storms and trials, I find my way,
With courage as my guide, I’m here to stay.
For the hero within is never far,
My light, my compass, my northern star.

I feel the great immensity of life.
All little aims slip from me, and I reach
My yearning soul toward the Infinite.

As when a mighty forest, whose green leaves
Have shut it in, and made it seem a bower
For lovers’ secrets, or for children’s sports,
Casts all its clustering foliage to the winds,
And lets the eye behold it, limitless,
And full of winding mysteries of ways:
So now with life that reaches out before,
And borders on the unexplained Beyond.

I see the stars above me, world on world:
I hear the awful language of all Space;
I feel the distant surging of great seas,
That hide the secrets of the Universe
In their eternal bosoms; and I know
That I am but an atom of the Whole.

In the game of life, loud and clear,
I hear a cheer, so close, so near.
It’s not the crowd, not someone dear,
It’s me, my own cheerleader here.

“Go on,” I shout within my mind,
“You’re doing great, you’re one-of-a-kind!”
With each self-praise, confidence I find,
And love myself, in a manner unlined.

So be your cheer, in times grim or grand,
With self-love and confidence, make your stand.
For you’re your greatest fan, across the land,
With your own cheers, life becomes so grand.

I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.
On The Pulse of Morning
A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon,
The dinosaur, who left dried tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.

But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow,
I will give you no hiding place down here.

You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness
Have lain too long
Facedown in ignorance,
Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.

The Rock cries out to us today,
You may stand upon me,
But do not hide your face.

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don’t believe I’m wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can’t use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They’ve got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I’ll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
‘Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

In a world full of diamonds, rubies, gold,
Where worth is often sold and told,
Remember this, you’re a priceless gem,
Your worth is not defined by them.

You’re unique, not another copy,
Not a puppet in life’s monopoly.
The sparkle you have, only you can give,
In your uniqueness, you truly live.

Don’t trade your worth for fleeting fame,
Or compromise yourself in life’s game.
You’re priceless, a gem that’s rare,
A soul with value beyond compare.

I know not what the future may hold,
Or how to others it seems,
But I know my skies have held more gold
Than I used to find in my dreams.

Though the whole world sings of hopes death chilled,
In grateful truth I say,
That my best hopes have been fulfilled,
And more than fulfilled to-day.

Though oft my arrow I aim at the sun
To see it fall into the sand,
Yet just as often some work I have done
Is better than I have planned.

I do not always grasp the pleasure
For which I reach, maybe;
But quite as frequently over-measure
Is given by joy to me.

To-morrow may bring a grief behind it
That will thoroughly change my mood;
But we only can speak of a thing as we find it–
And I have found life good.

They say I’m made of pieces and parts,
Of wins and losses, of stops and starts.
But my worth’s not a puzzle, missing a piece,
It’s a constant, a whole, it doesn’t cease.

Failures don’t break me, nor judgments mar,
For my worth shines consistent, like a northern star.
In the depths of struggle, in the heights of gain,
My worth remains steadfast; it won’t wane.

So let them talk, let them judge, let them pry,
My worth stands tall, reaching for the sky.
Built of endless love, in every moment, every birth,
I am complete, I am whole, such is my worth.

Night is for sorrow and dawn is for joy,
Chasing the troubles that fret and annoy;
Darkness for sighing and daylight for song,—
Cheery and chaste the strain, heartfelt and strong.
All the night through, though I moan in the dark,
I wake in the morning to sing with the lark.

Deep in the midnight the rain whips the leaves,
Softly and sadly the wood-spirit grieves.
But when the first hue of dawn tints the sky,
I shall shake out my wings like the birds and be dry;
And though, like the rain-drops, I grieved through the dark,
I shall wake in the morning to sing with the lark.

On the high hills of heaven, some morning to be,
Where the rain shall not grieve thro’ the leaves of the tree,
There my heart will be glad for the pain I have known,
For my hand will be clasped in the hand of mine own;
And though life has been hard and death’s pathway been dark,
I shall wake in the morning to sing with the lark.

We are taught not to judge but how far does that go?
Yes, we’re all taught to love but how much of it shows?

We like to throw stones at the devil’s scapegoats
Yet the ears that will listen are hearing this quote:

“Judge not lest ye be judged”, and isn’t it true?
Or are some people so bad that our judgment is due?

Did you think that salvation was exclusive to you?
If you light fires of judgment won’t you be consumed?

I can’t speak for you but I don’t want to judge people
After all, under God we are all loved as equals

When I join the accuser and his self-righteous band
Somehow I can see my own sins in the sand

Slowly I smoke and hug my knee,
The while a witless masquerade
Of things that only children, see
Floats in a mist of light and shade:
They pass, a flimsy cavalcade,
And with a weak, remindful glow,
The falling embers break and fade,
As one by one the phantoms go.

Then, with a melancholy glee
To think where once my fancy strayed,
I muse on what the years may be
Whose coming tales are all unsaid,
Till tongs and shovel, snugly laid
Within their shadowed niches, grow
By grim degrees to pick and spade,
As one by one the phantoms go.

But then, what though the mystic Three
Around me ply their merry trade? —
And Charon soon may carry me
Across the gloomy Stygian glade? —
Be up, my soul! nor be afraid
Of what some unborn year may show;
But mind your human debts are paid,
As one by one the phantoms go.

Life is the game that must be played:
This truth at least, good friend, we know;
So live and laugh, nor be dismayed
As one by one the phantoms go.

And we walk together as two friends may,
And laugh, and drink God’s wine.
Oh, a royal comrade any day
I find this Soul of mine.

Into the furnace let me go alone;
Stay you without in terror of the heat.

I will go naked in—for thus ’tis sweet—
Into the weird depths of the hottest zone.
I will not quiver in the frailest bone,
You will not note a flicker of defeat;
My heart shall tremble not its fate to meet,
Nor mouth give utterance to any moan.
The yawning oven spits forth fiery spears;
Red aspish tongues shout wordlessly my name.
Desire destroys, consumes my mortal fears,
Transforming me into a shape of flame.

I will come out, back to your world of tears,
A stronger soul within a finer frame.

We often chase stars, the glitz, the glam,
Thinking they show us who we truly am.
But what about the ordinary, the everyday?
Isn’t there beauty in life’s simple array?

You don’t need to be a shooting star,
To be worthy, you just need to be who you are.
In simple laughter, in a loving glance,
Find your worth, give yourself a chance.

Celebrate you, in all that you do,
Whether you’re many, or whether you’re few.
You’re beautiful, in your ordinary way,
A masterpiece living day by day.

I and my Soul are alone to-day,
All in the shining weather;
We were sick of the world, and we put it away,
So we could rejoice together.

Our host, the Sun, in the blue, blue sky,
Is mixing a rare, sweet wine,
In the burnished gold of his cup on high,
For me, and this Soul of mine.

We find it a safe and royal drink,
And a cure for every pain;
It helps us to love, and helps us to think,
And strengthens body and brain.

And sitting here, with my Soul alone,
Where the yellow sun-rays fall,
Of all the friends I have ever known
I find it the best of all.

We rarely meet when the World is near,
For the World hath a pleasing art
And brings me so much that is bright and dear
That my Soul it keepeth apart.

But when I grow weary of mirth and glee,
Of glitter, and glow, and splendor,
Like a tried old friend it comes to me,
With a smile that is sad and tender.

Boundaries set, not to divide,
But to cultivate a space where I reside.
A personal fortress, yet not a wall,
A loving space where I can stand tall.

Yet bridges too, I happily build,
For connection’s joy is equally thrilled.
To family, friends, to those I know,
My love and care in abundance flow.

Boundaries and bridges, together they stand,
Marks of self-worth, drawn by my hand.
Through self-love, these structures take form,
In the landscape of life, they’re my norm.

Love thyself last. Look near, behold thy duty
To those who walk beside thee down life’s road;
Make glad their days by little acts of beauty,
And help them bear the burden of earth’s load.

Love thyself last. Look far and find the stranger,
Who staggers ‘neath his sin and his despair;
Go lend a hand, and lead him out of danger,
To hights where he may see the world is fair.

Love thyself last. The vastnesses above thee
Are filled with Spirit Forces, strong and pure.
And fervently, these faithful friends shall love thee:
Keep thou thy watch o’er others, and endure.

Love thyself last; and oh, such joy shall thrill thee,
As never yet to selfish souls was given.
Whate’er thy lot, a perfect peace will fill thee,
And earth shall seem the ante-room of Heaven.

Love thyself last, and thou shall grow in spirit
To see, to hear, to know, and understand.
The message of the stars, lo, thou shall hear it,
And all God’s joys shall be at thy command.

Why do people, want to cause
Other people pain
Where is the Love
That will break the chain

Someone says something
Then it’s tit-for-tat
I’ve played this before
We all know the score
Now who’s up at bat

I think it’s time, for us to play
The self-healing game
Before there’s no one, left
Around to blame

One that’s more thoughtful
And much less insane
Let’s reach for the Sun
And help everyone
Come out of the rain

All we have, is this fleeting chance
To get this right
No time for jealousies
No time to fight

Don’t say, that you’re sorry
Don’t seek to forgive
Just start here today
And throw it away
And learn how to live

My love for you is magnified
By the curvature of my tears
I’m lost within the corridors
Of my loving you all these years

My tears are not filled with sadness
They are permeated with joy
You have helped me become a man
Who’s connected to inner boy

Within the chambers of my heart
My true self has now been revealed
When you live beside an angel
There is nothing that can’t be healed

I dance within our memories
Anticipate the ones to come
You’re the source of my happy tears
I don’t regret a single one

This rose-tree is not made to bear
The violet blue, nor lily fair,
Nor the sweet mignionet:
And if this tree were discontent,
Or wished to change its natural bent,
It all in vain would fret.

And should it fret, you would suppose
It ne’er had seen its own red rose,
Nor after gentle shower
Had ever smelled its rose’s scent,
Or it could ne’er be discontent
With its own pretty flower.

Like such a blind and senseless tree
As I’ve imagined this to be,
All envious persons are:
With care and culture all may find
Some pretty flower in their own mind,
Some talent that is rare.

In the temple of me, I find a space,
A sacred altar, where love I place.
With candles of confidence, bright and free,
I light up the corners of the temple of me.

No need for a crowd, no need for a priest,
In self-love, my soul finds its own feast.
Each thought of kindness, a prayer, you see,
In the holy silence of the temple of me.

So let your temple shine, both old and new,
With love for yourself, and confidence too.
For in each loving thought, you’re bound to be,
The god of the temple, the temple of me.

My darling,

You are only human,
and you are allowed to make mistakes.
You are allowed to fall apart sometimes.
You are allowed to hurt and feel pain too much.
You are allowed to ache and get jealous.

Be easy on yourself, and let yourself grow.
Let yourself learn.
Let yourself be.

You are only human,
and you are allowed to make mistakes.

The storms that break and sweep about my feet,
The winds that blow and tear, the rains that fall,
Shall not the courage of my soul appall;
I shall be conqueror, tho’ sore defeat
O’erwhelm the outbound keels of all my fleet
Of dreams; tho’ not one tattered sail, but all
Go down mid sea; with heart serene, I’ll greet
The worst or best, the stronger for the squall.

My soul is set amid the storms of life,—
The hurricanes of passion crash and break
And tides of heathen hate sweep o’er our land;
But calm amid the flying ruins of strife,
Or in the leaping flames around the stake
With pierced hands—my faith serene,—I stand!

I plucked my soul out of its secret place,
And held it to the mirror of my eye,
To see it like a star against the sky,
A twitching body quivering in space,
A spark of passion shining on my face.

And I explored it to determine why
This awful key to my infinity
Conspires to rob me of sweet joy and grace.

And if the sign may not be fully read,
If I can comprehend but not control,
I need not gloom my days with futile dread,
Because I see a part and not the whole.

Contemplating the strange, I’m comforted
By this narcotic thought: I know my soul.

With wings of confidence, I rise,
Above the clouds, touching the skies.
Self-love’s the wind beneath my flight,
Lifting me higher, light as light.

No cage of judgment holds me tight,
I am my own, in day and night.
With each beat, I’m flying free,
A better, loving version of me.

So if you feel you’re sinking low,
Just spread your wings, let self-love grow.
With confidence, you’ll soar and see,
The endless skies of what you can be.