Self Worth

Where is the trickle of hope

if in fear we live?

We have let the powers rope us,

tie us, knotting their twine

of undermining and upsetting

strings of self loathing.


We shake and shiver in the 

shadows, shushing the voice

that cries within us like a knife

to cut the line that entangles,

that binds until we will find 

that we’ve 


fingers strong enough to 

untie the cords of domination

and cut the lacings of control,

releasing within each of us 

the dancing light of worth

the music of intuition,

and the drums of loving,

A future and the freedom to 


grasp it hungrily.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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