Journey Within And Without

Journey Within And Without short poem

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I accept my flaws
I forgive myself
I forgive my imperfections
both real and percieved
I gaze at me with love
I appreciate my goodness
So what if it is fragmented?
I embrace myself
and reiterate,’ I am worthy”
Thus letting go of
all the baggage
filling my heart with love and hope

Now, when I look at you I see me
I accept your flaws
I forgive you
I forgive your imperfections
both real and perceived
I gaze at you with love
I appreciate your goodness
So what if it is fragmented
and say,”You are worthy”
Let go of all the baggage
Fill your heart with love and hope
Take a good look at youself
Now, do you see me?

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