Alchemic Self-Love Daze

A villanelle poem

Photo by Saltanat Zhursinbek on Unsplash

There’s always a crown on my head these days

With my open hands, I wait for something good

I’m strapped to this alchemic self-love daze



Disentangling from an enigmatic maze

I’m celebrating this era of queenhood

There’s always a crown on my head these days



Ensconscing myself in eternal praise

Ambling carefreely on the roads of quietude

I’m strapped to this alchemic self-love daze



I wish this would be an evermore phase

A sweeping melody, an incredible mood

There’s always a crown on my head these days



The magic I longed for, nothing can replace

All my days are scented with sandalwood

I’m strapped to this alchemic self-love daze



I’ve learned there’s never gonna be a race

New journeys are here in a multitude

There’s always a crown on my head these days

I’m strapped to this alchemic self-love daze

©Kavya Janani. U

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