Self-Love Poem by Putri Misnia Shary Bahri

In the quiet of dusk, where shadows stretch and sigh,
we gather fragments of yesterday, clinging like ivy,
but the heart learns to unfurl, to breathe in the light,
finding strength in the letting go, a new dawn ignites.

As whispers of self-love weave through the cracks,
a tapestry of courage unfolds, soft yet unbreakable
love, like a river, flows freely when we release,
and in that space, the soul finds its song, eternal and true.