Can You See the Masterpiece Within?

You are a radiant sun, shaped by love and strength. . [Issue #29: Saira The Poet]

“Loving yourself is a sacred art.”

There’s a moment in healing when you realise, you no longer need to earn your place.
You are the place. The soft landing. The quiet flame. The sacred art was always within you.

t comes after years of chasing love outside yourself. After bending, shrinking, over giving, until one day, you finally return to the truth that had always lived in you.

This week’s piece is not about fixing yourself. It’s about remembering yourself.
The masterpiece that forms not through perfection, but through presence, grace, and the courage to believe you are enough.

Thank you for reading.

🪶Poem of the Week

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Here is “The Art Within.” by

Saira The Poet

Loving yourself is a sacred art.
A masterpiece formed by soul and heart.
Like rivers carving through stone with grace,
You shape your worth in time and space.

Your heart’s a lantern, it glows divine,
Guiding you home through every sign.
No mirror’s lie can dim your flame,
For within you burns an endless name.

To truly love, you must first begin.
To see your soul as a world within.
A garden blooms where scars once grew.
Each petal whispers: “This is you.”

The key to love is in your hands.
No need to wish, seek or demand.
You are enough, a radiant sun.
A universe whole, where life’s threads run.

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❤️‍🩹Behind The Poem

This poem came to life during a quiet return, not bold or loud, but soft and steady.
I wasn’t writing it to be heard by anyone else. I just needed to hear myself again.

I had spent so long trying to hold it all together, performing strength when I felt most unsure. But beneath the silence, beneath the pressure to constantly prove my worth,
poetry became my mirror. A space where I could see myself clearly, without judgment, without noise.

The line “Loving yourself is a sacred art” arrived not as a declaration, but as a gentle truth I had been slowly growing into. It wasn’t about fixing anything, just remembering what had always been within me.

This piece isn’t about blooming for the world. It’s about blooming for self. It’s about seeing your own reflection and saying, “You are enough. You always were.”

We don’t need to perform to be worthy. Sometimes, the most powerful form of love
is simply being present with ourselves, with grace, with softness, with truth.

Because loving yourself, fully, gently, and without apology, is its own kind of sacred art.

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What does loving yourself mean to you? When was the last time you felt your inner light glow? What part of you is still learning that you are enough?

I’d love to hear what The Art Within means to you.

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✍🏻This Week's Writing Prompt

Share your prompt answer by Wednesday to be featured in next week's issue.

Describe a moment when you began to see yourself through eyes of love.

• What helped you recognise your worth again?

• What did self-love look like for you?

• What reminded you that you are already enough?

Challenge: Share your story in 200-300 words.

Want to be featured? Send in your story by Wednesday, and I’ll highlight a few in the next issue!

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To help me serve you better, I’ve created a quick survey. It’s completely anonymous and only takes a minute. Your words shape the future of this space.

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🤩 Community Spotlight!

I’ll try to feature some of the best responses each week here, with special shoutout in the newsletter! If this week’s prompt inspires you, reply to this email.

Today we have:

Regina Duke

You can’t rush a flower to bloom.
Not with love.
Not with force.
The lotus doesn’t rise because it’s ready—
it rises because it must.
Because something deep in the dark
remembers the light.

And maybe, just maybe,
we could learn a thing or two
from that kind of knowing.
That kind of ache.
That kind of bloom.

The lotus moved through
the thick velvet of the mud—
slow, unapologetic—
and something in me stirred.
A memory of reaching.
Of wanting more than survival.
Of believing the sun would still meet me.

We’ve all been there—
in the pause between heartbreak and becoming.
Clutching to timelines.
Gripping the how.
Begging for a sign, a shift,
a sense that we’re not lost.

Here is the tender, brutal truth:
My lotus trust moment
came through my son’s addiction.
It didn’t break me—
it peeled me open.

Layer by layer,
down to breath and skin
and the raw, holy edge
of what I could not fix.

Grief arrived like smoke.
The questions whispered through the night:
Did I miss the signs?
Did I fail him?
Was I too late?

No mother dreams
of standing at the threshold,
watching her child drift
into a place she cannot follow.

But there I was—
arms open,
heart wild with prayer,
learning how to stay without saving.

I couldn’t fix it.
Not for him.
Not for me.

What I could do—
what I had to do—
was surrender.

To love without rescue.
To presence without certainty.
To the sacred silence
after everything had fallen.

Blooming didn’t come as a roar.
It came as breath.
As ache.
As the soft, quiet courage
to stay open in the dark.

And in that staying—
I rose.
Not loud. Not clean.
But real.
Rooted.

One breath.
One truth.
One petal at a time.

For the women rising—
not in spite of the dark,
but because of it.

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🆕 Book orders

Rising From Despair: A Journey to Hope

A big thank you to everyone that has supported me so far. There’s still a chance to order your copy!

You can learn more about the book and the journey in the book launch podcast with my publishers.

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Also check out The Death of a Beautiful Dream - my debut book.

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📚Recommendations

1. Book: Welcome Home - by Najwa Zebian – From the celebrated poet, speaker, and educator comes a powerful blueprint for healing by building a home within yourself. Welcome Home offers life-changing tools to help you stop searching for belonging outside of yourself and start creating an inner space of safety, love, and acceptance. A gentle, essential guide for anyone on the journey of self-love and emotional recovery.

2. Tool: Calm – Calm is a mindfulness app that helps you slow down and reconnect with your inner self. With guided meditations, soft music, and sleep stories, it creates a sanctuary of calm whenever you need it. Available on both Android and iOS.

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✨ Thank you for continuing this journey with me. Whether you’re taking your first steps toward healing or revisiting familiar paths, know that your words matter. Every time you express your truth, whether through writing, speaking, or reflecting, you’re creating something unique and powerful.

This space is for anyone who’s ever questioned their worth and is learning to see their light again. For those who’ve been dimmed by the world, but are slowly reigniting from within.

Your art is already within you. Every quiet act of self-kindness, every moment you choose truth over performance, every time you honour your reflection, that is the masterpiece.

You don’t need to wait for permission to love yourself. You don’t need to be fixed to be worthy. Even your tender return is enough.

👇 Remember to share your story of resilience in the comments below - I'll feature my favourite responses in next week's issue. And if this resonated with you, sharing this newsletter with a friend helps our community grow.

If this moved you, share it with someone you love. And don’t forget, your words matter. I can’t wait to read what you write.

With love and gratitude,
Saira