Self Love

a poem by Divyani Ojha

How’s this possible?
I do not love
To myself
Of course
I love myself
Always

I did
I do
I will
Who was there?

When I was
Depressed
Hurt
Defeated
Confused
Deluded
Treated bad
Been told
You are not enough

Sick
Not felt loved
Accepted
Invited
Excited
No one else
I was
I’ve always did
I do
I will

Everywhere
Under it the sun
The moon
The stars
I love myself
Always
I did
I do
I will

Till my grave
Not just the grave
Wherever I will go
In heaven
Or in hell
I’ll keep on loving myself…