Meeting Myself
My name sounds better
coming from your lips.
The way you
draw
out
the syllables and vowels in my name.
It sounds new and magical.
I
am made new.
No longer
is my name
crisply pelted at me.
Times of terror.
It is like a
l o n g
caress.
Teach me
to love myself.
This is the beginning.
A wonderful discovery
This poem is about:
Me