I am a good person.
I am worthy of love
I am a good person
I am worth of joy.
I am stronger than I remember and I am going to be okay.
I write the words over and over, trying to inoculate myself against pain, doubt, sorrow, weakness, and suffering that keeps washing up against my feet, chilling me and dragging me down...
I am worthy of love
I am worthy of good love
I want love, and I see myself as worthy...
maybe not all the time,
but often enough
to know
The tears on my cheeks and my desk and smeared across the backs of my hands will dry.
Because I deserve my fair measure of joy.
Not more than my share, just enough. Just enough to love the sunrise again, and delight in the little things again.
Just enough to feel the warm waves of hope at my feet again.
Instead of these cold waves of loneliness, doubt, and hopelessness.
