I want to love myself to the point
that old traumas roll off my skin,
like water falling from wings,
The droplets of my healing
nourishing parched souls,
so that they too may find
their wings and fly once more.
ยฉ Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
I want to love myself to the point
that old traumas roll off my skin,
like water falling from wings,
The droplets of my healing
nourishing parched souls,
so that they too may find
their wings and fly once more.
ยฉ Manivillie Kanagasabapathy