Love for one and all, including myself

I dig deep.

I imagine my hand, reaching into my mouth,

down my throat, and into my chest.

I pull out all the bad.

Handfulls at a time.

They keep going, digging out bad upon bad upon bad.

Until.

I am left with good.

I am left with love.

Love for myself.

My heart over-flows.

Tender appreciation permeates through my pores

and out into the world.

I want to share it.

Sometimes I have so much love for myself.

All I want is to share it with the earth.

Let it pour into the galaxies above.

Let is bleed out, for anybody who needs it to take.

I have enough to give.

I have enough to share.

Let me help,

and we can love ourselves together.

Heal our traumas as one.

Love will cascade into our wounds,

flooding us with fond emotions,

drowning our sorrows,

one moment at a time.

Until even the bad isn't so bad afterall.

Dear you,

You’re caving again. And you wish the emptiness inside you wasn’t so comforting at times, because now every time you find a reason to look forward to life, that voice inside you says something is wrong. You feel like the more sadder you get, the more you forget what happiness feels like and the more alien the feeling becomes when it arrives.

You’re tired of fighting for clarity between what’s present and what’s yet to come as if the two are just an illusion you keep forcing yourself to believe until your emptiness gives up and moves away. But, you don’t realise that emptiness has room for everyone. It’s you who chooses to stay and you’re chasing after the feeling like it’s all you’ve ever felt. I’m sorry I’m not there to comfort you and tell you, “You don’t have to hide away. It’s okay to feel that way but it’s not okay to want to keep feeling that way.”

So, I hope this letter does that for you.