More than a simple self-acceptance poem, these words speak worlds if you know what it feels like to stray from your own wild heart. Your heart, when it's in pieces and conflict. Read this poem if you're craving the sense of wholeness that only comes when you return to yourself.
“The truth is: Belonging starts with self-acceptance. Your level of belonging, in fact, can never be greater than your level of self-acceptance, because believing that you’re enough is what gives you the courage to be authentic, vulnerable and imperfect.” — Brené Brown
I’ve learned that if I want to love who I am and how I feel eventually, I must bring in that love now, in any small ways I can. I need to get as willing as possible to work love into how I live now if I ever want to find that love later on. All efforts count.
Consider what this means for you.
Do you have some patterns to dissolve too? Are you ready to stand confidently in your own skin, treat yourself like a longtime friend, be a companion to the heart that beats for you day in, day out?
When you truly start to see life as a miracle, something incredible happens: you start to see yourself as part of that miracle.
You are a miracle. I am a miracle. If we accepted that and what we’re capable of in this world, then I can just imagine how much beauty we'd start seeing.
A Self-Acceptance Poem, Because: Miracles
We have some patterns to dissolve,
You and I,
But we can do this together.
We can get through this and come out the other side.
Please know that I love you right now
And I’ll keep loving you on this ride.
I’m ready to release the stories in my head
And forgive myself for believing everything
My inner critic has ever said.
I know there is healing ahead.
I am done making self-love conditioned upon
Everyone else’s status and where they stand.
If I can only be the best in comparison,
I travel a road that doesn’t lead home.
I am ready to see now how I can be home,
Belonging to the universe wherever I go—
Standing in truth, wherever I stand.
Let us breathe bravely.
Let us shine through what we thought we couldn’t do.
I will serve you, dear heart.
I am ready to listen to you.
I’m ready to honor the truths
That were too hard to respect when I was younger.
There’s this new hunger within,
A call to befriend who has always so wished
To be a friend.
I will meet you in my silence and pain,
For you have met me there on so many occasions.
I will honor you until I hear you speak my name,
For I have not listened for so long.
I will follow you down the paths you point out to me.
I am grateful for your resilience, dear heart.
You’ve stuck around this long,
Walking through the treacherous rain with me,
Pointing to the moon when I forgot to see.
You’ve guided me this far.
You’ve traveled very far, my dear heart.
Come in. Rest. Take off your coat.
Let me serve you tea.
. . .
Which part of this poem did you need to read today?
Tell me in the comments. I read every single one, and I'd love to know!
Consult the heart you came into this world with, like a friend. Or, maybe a therapist. Maybe, a miracle.
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