My Gifts

What if I gave my best to me?
What if I got free?
What if I stopped holding doors
and started
demanding
more?

What if I inquired
and found
myself
inspired
instead of pre-tired,
perpetually required
to place others before me?

See…
No one’s coming for you, girl.
In all this world
you alone will know your worth.
Since birth
you have had you,
and it shall be the same at the end, too.

So, steadfast friend,
shall we always bend down
together?
Or could we hold each other up
forever,
growing
in the light
of our own radiance?

Tenderly,
I hold you in this dance.
This brevity of chance
where I can honor you,
hold you close,
and whisper, “Here”
as I gift to you the space
and richness
of my soul.