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.
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.