On the Day I Dared to Love Myself

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On the day I dared to love myself,

I rose early, with the sun

Said my prayers

Fed the birds

Had eggs and coffee and a shower

And sang in the growing light.

On the day I dared to love myself,

I wore a blue dress that showed the fullness of my body

My legs bare against the warmth of the early spring sunshine

A yellow sweater soft and light as air

And flowers dangling from my ears.

My lover tried to persuade me back to bed.

When I walked, a man across the street stared as I approached and his eyes burned with longing.

On the day I dared to love myself,

I gave myself to my work.

I honored every part of every task I performed as an extension of myself and

I found the beauty in my purpose.

On the day I dared to love myself,

I walked two miles out of my way to a field of blooming crocus

Stood in the shade as cars whizzed past and

I basked in the glory of a million soft purple petals opening fully to the early spring sunshine.

On the day I dared to love myself,

I returned home with sun-reddened cheeks and full of blossoms dancing

Let out the dogs

Lit candles on the altars

Made soup and poetry and magic as the sun descended and remembered this:

A friend told me last week that she sees in me a crocus, blooming,

And I found,

On the day I dared to love myself,

That I could see it, too.

 

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