StarBeing, three, worthiness
She grieves,
it hurts
She panics,
it freezes
She chokes,
it feels real
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Emptiness.
Pain.
Rejection.
She grieves
Even the vaccuum cleaner
feels
like a life lost,
a space lost
where
friends
held her soul when all
she could do was
break, fear
and break even more
Here.
Nothing.
Not welcome.
Never missed.
Why did she come back?
Where does worthiness live?
Inside, my child
Inside your own heart
Inside your own being
That is what will carry you home.
Worthiness.
Love.
Life.
Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025

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