I'd been scarred so deeply by a boy that was undeserving of my love that I wasn't sure that I'd be able to love anyone else again.
That's so, so foolish of me to think.
I am so young.
I am built to be resilient.
But why don't I feel a thing?
Why don't I feel a damn thing?
Why did I give him the power to damage me?
But sometimes I also ask why did I love so strongly the first time?
Why was it so real?
I was simply too young to have something so real.
When some of these questions were dripping out of my mouth like a leaky sink fixture my mother stopped me and said, "Dear, love doesn't discriminate. Neither does sadness, happiness, numbness, or tragedy."
I have grown so much since then, though it's been a short time. I carry her words with me.
Now, I feel.
I feel my skin soaking up the warm sunshine. I feel my gut start to hurt when my friends and I laugh till we cry. I feel the love radiating off of my mother when she hugs me tight.
When the man that I now love calls me beautiful I believe him and I am beautiful.
I am so beautiful and I wish that I wouldn't have spent so much time hating myself for things that were out of my control.
Now, I love myself.
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Author:
Judy Booler (
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Miss, I sincerely urge you keep a firm hold on that feeling. It's a precious thing. I speak from experience when I say that sometimes, there are things within humans that no amount of love could ever bring back. You have a wise mother, and you are a shining example to all of those who have gone, and are going through a similar experience. Thank you.
Ah, one of life's greatest and hardest lessons, learning to love ourselves. I still struggle with it. I really appreciated your fine poem, Judy!
I'm glad you can share such deep emotions on this platform. The therapy in poetry has helped me through a multitude of things. I can see it too helps you. Hopefully in your struggles you can find that you too are loved. Loved by your mother who gave you those insightful words, and apparently this new man you have found. I wish you the best in those endeavors.
Wow! I love your poem, specially because it is about loving yourself. To be truly in love you need first to love yourself. Thanks for sharing. Your mother seems to be a special person.
you have my blessings
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