Unconditional Self
She was not the one,
she was zero,
a blackhole eclipsing light,
a null that devoured all in sight,
leaving coldness behind.
I took my love, a fragile flame,
and quietly walked away.
In the silent after I left,
I began to hear
from a self, long ignored,
now loud and clear.
I learned,
in the stillness,
where I used to feel alone,
to love myself,
to keep my inner fire alive.
Nurtured that feeling in the belly,
a warmth spreading,
a light in my dark times,
turning my fears into hope,
leading me to new places.
This journey within,
a path made with fallen leaves
from trees of dreams and disillusionment,
became a garden where I found comfort,
a place where I grew whole.
Now, I’m at peace with myself,
my inner fire steady and warm,
a light that guides, not blinds,
a love that sustains, not drains.
In this place
where I shape my own life,
I have found a calm
that stays, even when I’m alone,
a love that’s always there.
For in loving myself,
I’ve learned what it means
to have a fire that does not consume,
but illuminates,
a heart that loves, unconditionally.
