Poetry

I’m proud to be a sculpture in carving myself.
The best gift I can give to myself
is being myself.
I break myself in the process
I hurt myself in this process
I teach myself in this process
I relearn things many in this process
I unlearn things many in this process

I paint my own canvas of life like a painter
I wash out the stains of unwanted hues
I shed tears of blood in this process
I pull down all those fake colors in this process
I burn those dreams dreadful in this process
I learn to repaint myself till I fall in love with my painting

Cause it’s me who has to live with myself
Cause it’s my love for myself will please me
Cause it’s my shadow with whom I want to fall in love with
Cause I learnt to care myself more than anyone or anything in the world…..

The best version of me is my gift to the world
Where I respect” letting go”selflessly
Where I honour” forgiving “thoughtlessly
Where I appreciate “NO” Joyously
Where I adore “criticism” peacefully
Where I admire MYSELF unconditionally

One who loves self can only love the world
One who can carve themselves can only carve the world
One who can forgive self can only forgive the rest
One who serves themselves can only serve others
One who can admire self can only admire others

To let ourselves be loved long, let’s be the sculptures and painters adorable of ourselves!
Raji❤