I used to search for love
in the wrong places,
waiting for someone
to tell me I mattered.
But no one showed up
so I had to learn
to be enough on my own.
It wasn’t easy.
I fell apart a lot.
But bit by bit,
I put myself back together
with the kind of love
I never knew I deserved.
Now, I hold myself close,
soft and fierce all at once.
I am my own safe place,
my own kind of whole.
And that is enough.
