Metamorphosis

They said I was small, unworthy and selfish,

And I took those words as if they belonged.

Who was I to shine my light?

To be... and smile... and dream.

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Somehow those inconsequential words gained power,

burrowing into the crevices of my self-worth.

Years went by, passing like rain.

Until you.

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“Your beautiful,” you said.

And I barely dared to believe.

How would you know?

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“You are worthy,” you said.

And the unexpected truth

breathed a new life into my soul.

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I consecrated into me

the new truth, bit by bit,

mile by painful mile.

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The new truth of self-worth

wove into the genome of my soul,

into the fabric of my DNA.

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Unfettered self-love birthed

a new being of metamorphosis

embodied by the divinity within.

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And I was made anew, stretching

out new membranes and multicolored

scales transformed into higher consciousness.

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Bursting free, floating on translucent

wings, forged of strength and perseverance,

upon light waves of love and undiluted truths.

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Now I say, I am powerful, worthy, and abundant.

I lay claim to these words, for

I am here to shine my light.

To be... and smile... and dream.

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