SelfLove

There’s one way
to love yourself 
open that door 
you know the 
one at the 
end of the 
hall either upstairs 
or maybe downstairs 
and face whatever 
it is that 
you find there 
it’s doubtful that 
it is monsters 
more likely shadows 
of things that 
you’ve believed for 
so long were
mistakes and failures 
and all other 
kinds of nonsense 
that children conjure