love thyself.

The time will come
when faulty lenses break
delusions clense
and the foggy green mask
peels off it's distortions.

You welcome your reflection again.
a prodical, naked, stranger
the lover you once knew
by heart.

With open arms
you embrace yourself
and nourish the hunger
you never fufilled before.

Discarded diet pills
and a feast,
on yourself.
The pod cracks
and splits.

Breaking out,
open.
Skin is stroked
with loving fingertips.
to look without fear
at the body that is yours.

Standing
and enjoying the view
when straight lips
relearn a smile.

Copyright ©2009 Molly Smith