I am worthy

I am worthy.

I was born worthy.

Only no one told me.

I thought I had to please,

To ease, to satisfy, just to ask for a crumb.

Crumbs from the table of worthy.

No one told me, I was enough, I was the beauty I was looking for, 

I was the sunshine of my own heart, I was the loving place to fall, 

I was the one to wipe the tears. 

No one ever told me. 

I didn’t know I could be there for myself.

I could not see it, I needed others to show me, and even then

I could not see it. I had to look from the inside, not from the outside.

All along, though, it has been within me,

This worthiness.

Now I see the beauty—longstanding and yearning to be seen.

I am sorry, no one told me you were there. 

All along, I can ask and it can be given.

Or not, but not because I am not worthy.

I am sorry I didn’t know, I didn’t see, I didn’t understand. 

I grieve the years of not knowing, of thinking it had to be earned. 

I am sorry. Now I know.

I am worthy, I am enough.

I have always been worthy. I have always been enough.

I will protect my worthiness, it is precious, 

In a mist of dew from Mother Earth herself.

I breathe it in. 

Worthiness. 

Gentle, sweet, light, and vulnerable.

Worthiness, all within, and not without.