Love Itself
I have no idea when I wrote this. I found it scribbled in the margin of a book I picked up. Long time readers and old friends will know who I was thinking about when I wrote it.
When I read it now, the pain is gone. Only profound gratitude for the lessons learned and the opportunity to finally begin to see my own worth. I hope you enjoy it.
I saw my worth in your smile. Whenever you looked at me,
I KNEW I mattered.
I believed what I saw. Your eyes convinced me
that I was indeed beautiful, respectable, appreciated.
I KNEW I was loved.
I saw my worth in your eyes and in doing so,
I gave away my power.
When those eyes stopped smiling at me, everything changed.
I KNEW I was…worthless.
Funny how I allowed you to validated me. How I assumed
that I was only special if you loved me.
I was..wrong.
For how could you love me when I didn’t even love myself?
Thank you for being brave enough to walk away so that
I could…grow.
I saw my worth in my own eyes.
Whenever I look at me, I now know that
I AM love itself.
© 2010 Lisa Miles Brady.
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gorgeous. And you know. at first in the “good” part – meaning you feeling good – I see you as you see yourself being seen by your higher power. but of course, a higher power connects us doesn’t make us believe the BS that we’re not powerful and worthy.
And why would you feel sad, now? You already knew that it was important to find you a the core of your being to be loved — you say so, in the very last line. So while it was an “old” poem it was your true story even when it was raw and painful. good for you for finding it exactly when you needed to.
Sweet.
That is beautiful Lisa.
Even when you wrote it back then, it still makes sense today. We need to love ourselves. WIthout that, how can anyone love us?