Self Love
Born into this world,
We know the gifts that we possess,
The Love that we are capable of,
How to find our way to bliss.
But as we grow there is doubt,
A strange feeling that is unknown,
It hurts to feel its wrath,
And defensive ways will grow.
The soul cannot interpret evil,
The pain is far too great,
It shrivels up and sinks down,
By the hurt that comes from hate.
A sheath of protection must ensue,
But the edges may be frayed,
Patterns begin to fester,
And the soul becomes afraid.
Realization of this war,
Brings sadness but not defeat,
Our light begins to burn,
So strongly that it won’t deplete.
Love brings all beings to their knees,
And the soul knows this best,
It pours love from every seam,
Sadness can no longer act to suppress.
Beauty, faith and Love grow strong,
Trust and honesty are high,
All the feels that are meant to be,
Become our greatest in supply.
Words are only letters,
Do you feel the light ignite your soul?
Remember the most important one,
It’s only you who can make you whole.
By~ Lisa Michelle♥️
My So-Called Yoga Life 