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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