my home of love

Find me where I am most wounded. Love me there. Love me whole. Love me safe. Love me loved. Come home and let me love you.

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I love myself.  I love the parts of myself that only dreamed about love. I love the parts told that no one would ever love us when we were little. I love the parts of myself covered in full protective gear who said they couldn’t go on much longer constantly being attacked with insult and insult from me. I love myself without end and it hums within me in places that had lost their will to speak. I love myself and light seems to beckon me home to love.

I am here with you.  I am here with you.  I am here with you, I say to myself in a gentle lullaby. I will always keep you safe.

I have been waiting for this my whole life, I whisper back in wonder.

I am home and I am in love.

I am home and I am at peace.

I am home and I am healed.

I love myself, the three most powerful words we often never tell ourselves. I started to tell myself those words every day, multiple times per day, and one day I started to believe it and the hurts of the past crumbled at my feet.

 

 

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About lissa

writer. yogini. reader. dreamer. nurse practitioner. View all posts by lissa

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