you hang your head in
sorrow because you do
not know the crown
unseen that sits upon it.
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you do not remember
that there is a life lived
full and wild and free
of experiences to draw
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upon and that your
worth has nothing to
do with what you do,
but with who you have
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become and who you
have been when you knelt
alone on bathroom floor
before your hardest day
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when your view of hope
was dim and uncertainty
all around, and who you
have become as you kept
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on walking anyway, tryingÂ
to be faithful even though
broken. you, yes you, are
still here and you are worthy
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of things that are good, of
life left to be lived, of gifts
unexpected yet to be given.
so, do not give up, my dear,
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raise your head, straighten
crooked crown, know when
to accept assistance along the
way and remember
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who you are.
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©Heather Pound 2023

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