My Final Shore Poem by Naashon Kuteesa

Before I learned the 🥰🥰 names of winds,
Or how a borrowed heart depends,
I met a stranger, calm and true,
The one I woke and slept unto.

My own first love, in morning's glass,
Not perfect form, but strength to pass
Through all the seasons of the mind,
The only constant I could find.

I walked with silence, learned its art,
And listened to my own wild heart.
I brought it flowers rest and grace
And let no critic take its place.

I learned the contours of my hand,
The strangest sea, the truest land.
I built a home beneath my skin,
And let the great world tumble in.

They came with promises and fire,
With fleeting, beautiful desire.
But you remain when they depart,
The quiet kingdom of my heart.

So let this be the truest verse,
A blessing, not a fragile curse.
My own first friend, my final shore,
To love myself, forevermore. [email protected]