Tears well up and will their salty selves to fall from my eyes as I fight to hold them back. Insecurity washes over me, and I mourn me as the corners of my eyes pull and sting with pain. Sadness consumes my being. Tears beg now to crash and fall hard and fully. Wash me clean and allow me to begin again.
I hold my own hand. I feel my strength and resolve attempting a return to me. I search for a place that is larger and more powerful than my sadness.
I am worthy to me.
