running laps.

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.