self-love

She’s trying to cut you down, Angel

Your hair is rope thick and earth-colored
Your body is soft and shaped by the Gods
Your hands were made for healing
Don’t forget this.

“Do you think maybe I am…a monster?”

“No.”
Lovely, I think you are what guardian angels are made of
your soul carries secrets that could sink Navy tankers
and still you find a way to rise each and everyday

there have been horrors, haven’t there?
enough for the lifetime of seven men
and your body itself, has been put through years of punishment
by an agent ruthless enough to let you love her as she kills you

yet here you have endured the unthinkable
and came out the other side, victorious

there are dark moments, I know
for you are human and you have suffered
forgive yourself for what has taken place within you
it was not your fault

this body that houses you, it has never failed you
and it is brilliant.