Sun


Thank you for loving me.

When my plait is full of burrs and

Stooping in pain, I resemble a wild thing, lost in herself

Thank you for loving me.

As night awakens terror’s and we bide our time in a pea boat, bobbing fitfully in green ditch

It is said 

You cannot love, if you do not first love yourself

That is false

It was you

Believing in me, staying long past easy

Helped to quench 

The natural tendecy to sell myself short

I hadn’t the heart for self love

It had healed badly without plaster cast

And would pain me when

The weather became cold

So I relocated

To a hot climate

But the ache followed 

Mindful of our tendency 

To repeat ourselves

Even in forgiving sun

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22 thoughts on “Sun

  1. I don’t have enough words in my vocabulary to state how truly beautiful this is. The entire poem, but especially here:

    “It is said

    You cannot love, if you do not first love yourself

    That is false

    It was you

    Believing in me, staying long past easy

    Helped to quench

    The natural tendecy to sell myself short

    I hadn’t the heart for self love

    It had healed badly without plaster cast

    And would pain me when

    The weather became cold

    So I relocated

    To a hot climate

    But the ache followed”

    That is an especially lucky one-somebody. Truly. This is peace, Candice and something so profound on love and loving that I am happy to see you get out.

  2. It is important, to love ourselve, before we can love anybody else, or we can feel the love from others around us, but the loving embraces of nature is the exception to that rule.

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