I am whole
I am holy
I was born from pain, raised in pain but I overcame
I deserve all the love this world can offer
I deserve a beautiful life
And I will live it
I told her of my fears
showed her all the things I was afraid
would scare her off
believing they would not
for I am whole
and now I am afraid
Somewhere inside is the little girl
who knows, feels believes that
her story makes her damaged goods
Dirty and unwanted
Why do I tell people this truth
knowing it is only where I have come from
what I have fought to restore my sacred self
I show them the dragon, slain
but then fear they only smell the rotten meat long hauled away
I am still trying to win love with brave deeds
when love is not a prize
I am still trying to prove myself worthy
when I always was.
3 thoughts on “Love is not a prize”
Yes, I like this, and I can relate too. Thank you.
I can relate. This is lovely, raw, courageous, and inspiring. I wish that I had written it.
Good and healing thoughts to you.
Thank you, Kate. Good and healing thoughts to you too.