Poems on Life, Self-love & Comfort

[1] Before I... By: Insiya K. Patanwala Before I became strong, I knew what it was like To be weak, How difficult it is to love yourself, To find the wholeness that you seek. Before I knew the light, I have had my fair share of darkness, too, Where my world fell into a hopelessness And I didn't know how to get through. For I have known the tears it takes, The courage to stand up again, When you are broken down and bruised And you know nothing but the pain. You forget to appreciate love, If you haven't seen the hate, Till you forget the meaning of smile and laughter, And your heart is left abate. I have known the strength and courage It requires to get it right, To face the things that hold you down And hold your head up and fight. Before I was who I am now, I was someone I didn't want to be. I was lost, battered, and defeated, Before I knew how to be me!

[2] Never Give Up By: Becky Never give up, Never give in. Move onward and upward with strength from within. Always believe, Always look forward. Never be the one who is seen as a coward. Remember the past, Look for the future. Always remember it's often good to be obscure. You are special, You are unique. To go far in life is what you should seek. You are brilliant, You prove to be amazing every day, And there is someone who will love you in every way.

[3] Still I Rise BY MAYA ANGELOU You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard ’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.

[4] I Am Enough — A Poem about Worthiness There is a wholeness that’s already mine. It’s already ours. I am not just the seed, I am the rain that waters the flower. It’s a reality that’s already there, That I am enough. I take on faith That wholeness is already mine, That I need do nothing to deserve, That my worthiness is based only on my being. I am wise enough to let go, And I am strong enough to remember the truth Of who I really am. I can encounter the world In such a way That I remember who I am. I am the rest inside the unrest. I am the depth of the sky, And the light piercing the sea. I am the crest of a wave. All that I need to be, I am. There is no problem to solve in this moment. There is no plan to make, No failure to be feared, No other place to be. This moment is enough. This place is enough. This imperfection is enough. I am patient enough for my life to unfold in divine timing. I feel the fullness of my life in this moment. I feel the richness of my life in this space. I am loved beyond thought, And I have nothing to prove. There is no one to impress. I receive the message That being is enough. I am wise enough to see magic through a child’s eyes. I am resilient enough to see past the pain. I am kind enough to realize That my worth has been with me This whole time.

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