T h r i v e


I do, Love
I do
But I'm not the child
that I once was

There's a strange softness now
because I have fallen
for myself

And while even I find
this peculiar
it's true-

I'm no longer desperate
for validation

I enjoy the loneliness, and I
t h r i v e there

I've learned that-
And I mean this
in the purest way-

I don't need to be ‘loved’



Poetry by R.W.S. The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-03-03 at 02:31

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alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
fall for oneself: good expression, love it! I book this one...
2024-03-05


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
This makes me smile, though I am still waiting for my moment of self-love, or even appreciation. I say, good for you!
2024-03-03


Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh yes! i also remember the moment when i exactly fell for myself.
i am bookmarking this one. A beautiful beautiful poem, indeed.
2024-03-03