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TRUE WORTH

I used to whisper,
Please pick me.
Like wildflowers beg the wind
to carry their scent to someone who might care.

I wanted to be fought for,
like I was war and peace in one breath,
like I was the only thing left worth bleeding for.

But how can I ask to be held
when I don't even reach for myself?

I learned to fold my heart
into someone else's hands
before ever daring to open it in my own.

But now I ask the mirror,
Would you choose you, if you had the chance?
The silence was heavy.
Then it nodded.

Because worth isn’t found in another’s grasp,
but in the stillness of your own acceptance.
In saying:
I am here. I am mine. I matter.

Let them come or let them go.
I will not beg to be held
when I have learned to hold myself
like something sacred.

Ogundu Christabel oluebube (chrisie)

Poetry by Ogundu Christabel oluebube (Chrisie)