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.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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