More than a simple self-acceptance poem, these words speak worlds, when you feel estranged from your own wild heart. Your heart, when it's in pieces and conflict.

“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

If you want to love who you are and how you feel eventually, you have to bring in that love now, in any small ways you can. You need to be as willing as possible to work love into how you live right now, if you ever want to feel that love later on.

What might that mean for you? How can you infuse love into your life, now?

Do you have some patterns to dissolve? Are you ready to stand confidently in your own skin, treat yourself like a friend, be a companion to the heart that beats for you day in, day out?

Read this poem if you're craving the sense of wholeness that only comes when you return to yourself.

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.

. . .

Tell me:

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.

With love,

Jen

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