Cover Photo: 8/4/19 | Alone by Kurt Daniel
 

8/4/19 | Alone

It wasn’t until I was alone

That I learned about love.

In the quiet moments of isolation

I learned about strength

And what it really means to rely on someone.

That someone was me.

Before, I hated the reflection that stared back at me

In the mirror,

But now I’m learning to love who I see staring back at me.

Amidst all the flaws

And imperfections

Lies a love

I was not able to see when I was busy focused on everything else except myself.

Yearning for love in all the wrong ways

Was detrimental to me.

It wasn’t until I was alone

That I learned about love.

Because it wasn’t until I was alone

That I listened to my own wants

And my own needs

And my own desires

And made that the priority.

That’s when I became happy.

That is when life finally became less of a burden

And became more beautiful.

I possess the strength

And love

To recognize the worth, I’ve been searching for.

It was within me the entire time.

And despite my constant self-affirmation

And waxing and waning confidence,

I know deep down that the love I need

Takes times to foster.

But it starts with myself.

It wasn’t until I was alone

That I learned about love.

Philadelphia.