Worthiness became an evasive mirage
Unreachable as my authentic self
So I tried to transform into a mirror
Always reflecting back the good
Knowing the detriment of showing truth.
Worthiness was the illusion of being needed
People-pleasing to keep degradation at bay
Giving too much became my forcefield
To absorb the impact of disrupting peace.
Now, dear soul, I am wiser but ashamed
That in all the years of reflecting to others
I lost a million pieces of myself
Some that I may find, others lost forever
Paying the price for submissiveness
Slowly awakening to the eye-opening reality
That like you, I was born deserving
Valuable before the first breath
Lovable without conditions or price
Worthy in and of myself.