The silence wore paths of self-hatred
into my mind, into my soul.
But now I'm running laps of self-love,
uttering praise and gratitude
every second of every day
to erase the damage of the worn down tracks.
My skin is not on fire with another's love anymore.
Now my soul is glowing, growing,
with the love I breathe into myself.
Sometimes I write them, sometimes I share them.