Sun

By TheFeatheredSleep January 12, 2018

Thank you for loving me.
When my plait is full of burrs and
Stooping in pain, I resemble a wild thing, lost in herself
Thank you for loving me.
As night awakens terror’s and we bide our time in a pea boat, bobbing fitfully in green ditch
It is said
You cannot love, if you do not first love yourself
That is false
It was you
Believing in me, staying long past easy
Helped to quench
The natural tendecy to sell myself short
I hadn’t the heart for self love
It had healed badly without plaster cast
And would pain me when
The weather became cold
So I relocated
To a hot climate
But the ache followed
Mindful of our tendency
To repeat ourselves
Even in forgiving sun

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22 Replies to “Sun”

Totally, totally beautiful!

Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
TheFeatheredSleep – a poem of the healing power of love

I don’t have enough words in my vocabulary to state how truly beautiful this is. The entire poem, but especially here:
“It is said
You cannot love, if you do not first love yourself
That is false
It was you
Believing in me, staying long past easy
Helped to quench
The natural tendecy to sell myself short
I hadn’t the heart for self love
It had healed badly without plaster cast
And would pain me when
The weather became cold
So I relocated
To a hot climate
But the ache followed”
That is an especially lucky one-somebody. Truly. This is peace, Candice and something so profound on love and loving that I am happy to see you get out.

When we were young we were taught one and one make two, we learn to be false… one and one make one …

❤️❤️

I’m speechless – this just – IS 🙂

Perfection.
I ponder the same about self love. I adore how you expressed it.

Perhaps some are born to love. Maybe we all are.

one of my favourites..

Outstanding and powerful!

Wonderfully beautiful.

So beautifully candid, as I found myself associating with everyone of your lovely words.

My prayers for your health.
Something tells me you got it beat Candice.
🙂

So true, Candice.

Wonderful poem. Very insightful. I often get very blue in winter and at those times, I run to the tropics to where my mother lives. I feel better. I don’t run away from my troubles; I run to love.

It is important, to love ourselve, before we can love anybody else, or we can feel the love from others around us, but the loving embraces of nature is the exception to that rule.