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

22 Replies to “Sun”

  1. 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.

  2. 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.

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