Self-Worth

I thought you disliked me,

I thought you hated me,

All I wanted to do was to please you,

All I wanted was your acceptance,

I always believed It was my fault,

I was inadequate,

I was not good enough,

But, I am not the problem,

Nor are you,


It is my past, who is firmly holding onto my present,

It is my past, who is straight-jacketing my future,

It is my past, who created the enemy within,

My inner critic,

That nagging voice,

Which comprehends no silence,

I had become accustomed to darkness,

But, with every darkness exists a countering light,

Mine met me like a long-lost friend,

In being apart for so long,

We could not let go of one another,

On feeling your touch,

It soothed me,

It began to loosen all my knots.

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