To Love Oneself

I go to find you in the depths of me

as if that is a place to go

while I examine all the moments

of my life as if they are puzzle pieces

cut jaggedly from the whole, belonging unsure.

I want to cup the pieces in one hand,

run a finger over the rough edges,

sing lullabies to smooth their irregular shapes.

Maybe here we find home.

Maybe here we learn to be kind.