Love is difficult
in a world where lust
and indifference reign.
Yet I’ve begun to love myself
and place past pains in eternal slumber.
In all else, the universe has provided.
So how can I doubt it?
Perhaps doubt lies within
after so long without.
Trauma has melted away
and scars have faded beyond Heimdall’s gaze.
Self-love’s kind kaleidoscope is the seed
from which my World Tree is rooted.