Self-Love by Danielle Walden
I’m only capable of self-love’s demo But someday I’ll graduate to the full trial. So tired of My bad habits being a burden Hell-bent on hindering my already-heavy heart. Every day I’ll Brush the pixels off my shoulders In order to meet my resolutions Comb my tangled thoughts Strand by strand ‘Til they’re pressed and neat Pull forward the encouraging ones Until they’re in the corner of my vision, The peripheral of my psyche, Letting off steam To construct a self-esteemPowered train delivering me right into A mind palace where I can be Confident, finally.
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