A Few New Pieces

Dear Reader,

Last year I experienced my first breakup, and I couldn’t see how I could physically or mentally move forward. And yet now, I look back and can see the beauty that comes with pain. I believe this poem is a small example of that:

Fragments of Love 

my mind and me aren’t speaking anymore,

she won’t stop replaying old memories of you,

I hate her for it.

my heart and me aren’t speaking anymore,

she’s got all this love to give,

but I won’t let her do that again.

my body and me aren’t speaking anymore,

she’s drowning her feelings in food,

I hate her for it.

you and me aren’t speaking anymore,

I drunk-dialled you a few nights ago,

but you won’t let me do that again.

Too much of our time is critiquing and judging ourselves, stuck in survival mode - just getting through each day. I was stuck in survival mode. I decided in the quiet of the night that I was going to wake up the next morning and start thriving instead of surviving. I am still learning how to love and appreciate every part of me, because if I can’t love those things about me how could I possibly believe it when someone else says they do? This next piece is the same girl a few months later, a few more pieces healed…

Appreciated Love

my mind is so creative,

I love to spend time imagining with her.

my heart is so pure,

I love to love her.

my body is so strong,

I love to challenge her.

my mind, body and heart,

I am forever grateful to her.

I hope when you see yourself you can love each virtue you hold - the ones that society told you were flaws.

All my love,

Kaila 💌