The Gift Of Self-Worth

Paled

under gold

Shivering quiet

deep in my soul

Petals strewn red

through memories

Barbed wires shredding

through if onlys

A soft smile once

now begins to fade

Forgotten sapphires

murmur to jade

Frozen there

beneath the surface

Yet here I reach

for your angel's name

Surfacing starward

holding tight

A child's heart of feathers

and all the worth

of self you gave

Woven intricate

a shelter ambiguous

Yet holding, somehow,

through all this pain.

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