Self love blooms..

In the garden of my soul, a seed was sown,

Not by another's hand, but by my own.

A tender shoot, in shadows it resided,

Afraid of sun, in darkness it confided.

But then a whisper, soft and low and true,

"You are enough, your beauty waits for you."

A gentle sunbeam, piercing through the grey,

Awakened something, chasing fears away.