Your Poetry Oracle: Week of May 1

Your fortune for the week from Self Love Poetry is here

Welcome to the Self Love Confidential Poetry Oracle, where the universe sends you the message you need to hear by way of a poem from one of my books (or as is the case today, a new poem). I’ll select the weekly poem(s) by trusting my intuition, the very thing I hope you’ll start to do as a member of this self love community.

If you’ve ever had a hard time moving on from someone, this week’s oracle is for you.

Self Love Poetry, page 142.

It’s amazing how the very same words can take on a completely new meaning depending on when you read them. When I wrote these words, “As soon as I remembered who I am, I forgot all about you,” it was in the context of romantic love and relationships. I used to lose myself in past relationships, always bending and breaking myself to become what I thought the other person wanted me to be. Basically, to make it so that they wouldn’t leave me. I so easily forgot about myself, but somehow never managed to forgot about them, even after they were gone. This experience isn’t limited to romantic partnerships, either. It has happened with friendships, too. By being unwilling to set boundaries, I let my true self slip away and would find myself in relationships that were so misaligned with my needs they bordered on abuse.

Without a self love practice, this casual loss of self is common. Has it happened to you, too? My self love journey has been about reclaiming the parts of myself I sacrificed along the way. With each piece of me that I welcome home, the memories of people who didn’t see or appreciate me in the past start to fade. This is what my healing feels like: my wholeness embracing and softening my pain. Healing has allowed me to forget them, and remember me.

Today though, when I flipped to this page in Self Love Poetry in anticipation of writing this week’s poetry oracle, the poem took on a new meaning. This time I didn’t see a poem about getting over a lover. I saw a poem about remembering that comparison is the thief of joy. Living in a world where other people’s lives are so accessible, it’s hard not to compare. For me, this means seeing how other authors and poets are excelling in their careers, the followers, the bestseller rankings, the book signings. I see them, and in the process, often forget about myself.

A new poem for an exciting new project I can’t wait to share.

This weekend, I started writing new poetry again after a long hiatus. I stopped scrolling through Instagram, my den of comparison, and instead put pen to paper — literally. The words took a moment to flow, but once they did it felt like no time had passed. Once I remembered myself, I forgot all about everyone else. There is room for all of us, after all. The trick is to show up as your true self and shine.

Who or what do you need to forget in order to remember who you are? Leave a comment and claim it.