Who was it that first whispered in your ears
That to be loved, you must be without flaw?
You are marvelous as you truly are,
Worthy by birthright, perfectly imperfect
Fueling movement forward with learned experience
Refusing to wallow in the mire of old grievances
Always, always turning your eyes toward hope.
Dearest soul, there is no need to linger
On the perceived failures of a past long past
They are tiny specks in a lifetime of upward climbing
And you are here now, standing with honest intention
Trying, learning, building, discerning,
As stunning as the stars
Beautifully refined, magnificently you.
The Therapy of Words 