Self Love

A Soul-led Creative Poem

Self-love begins
not with a roar,
but a soft remembering,
a whisper from your soul
gently tugging you home.

It is not found in the mirror,
but in the quiet moments
you choose to see yourself
with tenderness, acceptance,
free from judgement or expectation.

A practice,
a blooming,
a sacred return.

She does not shout,
She stands rooted in truth,
wrapped in soul flowers,
luminous with inner glow.

You see inside you,
an unseen garden grows,
wildflowers of worth,
petals of truth,
new growth of strength.

Perhaps you’ve walked past it,
searching for answers in other eyes,
not knowing
that the blooms you long for
have always lived within.

There are seasons in life when self-love feels distant, like something reserved for another version of ourselves. One that’s more healed, more accomplished, more certain. But the truth is, self-love often begins in the quiet, in the cracks, in the tender in-between moments where we choose to soften instead of strive.

It’s not loud or showy. It doesn't need to be earned. Instead, it’s a remembering of who we are beneath the noise. Of the beauty that’s already blooming within us, even if we haven’t noticed. And when we finally pause long enough to listen, to truly see ourselves without judgment, we start to feel it, that quiet kind of power, rooted in truth and nourished by compassion.

There’s something sacred about meeting yourself in this way. Not to fix, but to honour. Not to perform, but to tend. And it’s in this space that healing happens, softly, steadily, soulfully.

🌸 Reflection Prompt:
What part of you is quietly asking to be seen, held, and loved, just as you are, in this season of your life?

Let this question be a doorway. You don’t need all the answers, just the willingness to begin.

You can listen to the spoken version of this poem here

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