Every freckle, dimple, stretch mark and scar,
Creates the blueprint of who you are.
Knowing in this moment, that you are enough,
No matter how uncomfortable it feels, or tough.
Temples aren’t perfect, they crumble and fall,
You build them back up re erect, their walls.
Years on they deteriorate time and time again,
I’ll patch up the holes and dry off the rain.
Like a forest your canopy walls will grow high,
It’s foundations strong, its roots never die.
Radical acceptance is letting go,
Surrendering and breathing, because deep down you know.
Your body loves you, it’s your best friend,
when your wounds are open it helps you mend.
You stand there and hug your body tight,
you whisper ‘I love you’ let’s end the fight.
The battle is over, I set myself free,
Because no one can take me away from me,
I am exactly where I need to be.
The conflict commenced, I was under my reign.
I was a pawn in my own menacing game.
But I no longer wanted to continue this war,
so I picked myself up off the floor,
My wounds are healed I am no longer sore.
I will accept myself forever more.
I hold the key to unlocking the door,
To sailing my ship safely to shore.