My Beautiful Embrace

My Beautiful Embrace

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I choose to love myself

From my head to my toes

From my chest

To my tummy

From my fingers to my heels

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I choose to hug myself wholeheartedly

Truly, fully,

Unconditionally

Those old cheeks

Those worn hips

Those rusted knees

Ooooh,

There isn’t any part of my body that can escape

My beautiful embrace

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You, you wide shoulders who were told you were too masculine, too large, too obvious,

I release you

And you, you sinful belly that was deemed way too selfish to conceive,

I discharge you

You can now walk in peace

And you, oh you two brown feet who were told you were too flat for ballet, ronds de jambes, arabesques and pliés

I absolve you…

Jump free!

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I choose to love myself

From my bones to my teeth

From my lungs to my nipples

From my nails to my ears

Every birth mark, every scar, every wrinkle

Is now adored, anointed, embraced and blessed

Oooh

There isn’t any part of my body that can escape my exhilarating dance

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For today

I choose to walk the path of a higher shining life

I breathe into every part of my body with infinite love and kindness

And amen, and alleluia, and ase

Eyiiii twasakidila!

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© Sabrina Moella

My Beautiful Embrace (A poem by Sabrina Moella)

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I choose to love myself

From my head to my toes

From my chest

To my tummy

From my fingers to my heels…

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I wish I knew how to love you

I wish I knew how to love you

Quietly

I wish I knew how to love you

Gently

I wish I knew how to soothe you

Patiently

I wish I knew how to lose you

Nicely

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Oh I wish, I wish

I wish so many things

I wish I knew

How to tell you these things

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I wish I knew how to hold you

Silently

I wish I knew how to warm you

Kindly

I wish I knew how to heal you

Patiently

I wish I knew how to lose you

Nicely

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Oh I wish, I wish

I wish so many things

I wish I knew how to tell you these things

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If it was another time, another place

Maybe I would have handled it with grace

Maybe we could have had that last talk

Face to face

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I wish I knew how to love you

Fearlessly

I wish I knew how to soothe you

Calmly

I wish I knew how to leave you

Properly

I wish I knew how to treat you

Kindly

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But it’s a different time, a different place

And I guess I have even lost my faith

Because now I’m only left with little things

Little memories of what could have been

If only we had fought

For it

© Sabrina Moella

Summer fling

Come on, summer fling

Come again

With your random kisses

And your funny giggles

Your awkward rendezvous

And your midnight dances

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Silly promises

Yellow blue green ripe fruits

Late night gentle swimming

And some bright laughter too

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Come on, summer fling

Come again

Shine on

I’m ready

© Sabrina Moella

Our love makes no sense

The way we love makes no sense
The way we fight makes no sense
The way we cry makes no sense
The way we yell makes no sense
The way we bleed makes no sense
The way we sleep makes no sense
Boy, this makes no sense
No sense at all

© Sabrina Moella

Watch me read and explain my poem ‘Shhh Shhh’

Watch me explain and read my poem ‘Blurry Angels’ here…

The way you said my name

The way you said my name

Had me not sleeping for a week

The sound of your voice is so sweet

It had me

Whistling new melodies

Forgetting my street number

Cooking new recipes

Forgetting my pin number

Doing my hair

Playing with our last names

Undoing my hair

Picking our children’s names

Doing additions subtractions divisions

And more

Keeping asking myself questions

For hours

The way you said my name

Had me not sleeping for a week

The sound of your voice is too sweet

So please

Stop

Saying my name

Like that

 

© Sabrina Moella

Blurry angels

I watch you behind your back

When you’re not watching

Wondering what new magic you’re making

I don’t wanna spoil anything

I’m just curious

I don’t wanna say anything

You look serious

We like the same kind of colours

From what I glimpse behind that door

And those blurry angels you’re drawing

Look exactly like

What I had

In mind

© Sabrina Moella