The tigress cannot help being wild
The cactus cannot help being prickly
The sun cannot help being hot
And I cannot help being Aishwariya
Even in my sleep, I dream of cats
Even in my sadness, I love my self
I swim in the rivers of my sadness
I climb through the mountains of my pain
I travel for years and years
And on the other side
Is Aishwariya, beautiful Aishwariya
Her happy self dancing in the moonbeams.
Photo by NEOM on Unsplash. This is a self-acceptance poem I wrote based on Joseph Fasano’s prompt.
