worth and value
can be hard to wrap your head around
whether through abuse or past wrongs
the ideas, the concepts, the constructs
do not always sit well, feel right
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#
trauma and sin
can cauterize and catheterise confidence
leave you empty, but undeserving of
the kindness, the love, the acceptance
you need
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#
time and self-love
can scrub at the wounds, as anti-septic
with a soothing balm that takes the edge
once you’re refreshed, renewed
and ready
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#
to love yourself
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again
*
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Author's Notes: This was originally published on Medium via Catharsis Chronicles on April 6th, 2025.
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Comments (9)
I think everyone can relate to this one, at least the first part. I promise my children at home and the young adults I work with that the second part of this poem is true. Time, with the right focus, can eventually heal us. But I see so many at the University where I work lost to the anguish left by trauma and sin. I just want to shout at them "can't you see how beautiful you are?"
Loved the resolution of this one. Hope in our hands 💜
Gosh this was good - the whole idea of feeling unworthy of love and kindness. Bravo, Paul.
Worth and value... and incredibly strong first line. Loved this, Paul!
This was soooo profound! Loved your poem, Sir Paul!
It’s hard to abandon our old destructive patterns, isn’t it? I like the positivity of the message: time and self-love to break the vicious cycle of abuse and self-loathing. Great poem, Paul!
A great reminder that although it can be a struggle, in time and at their own pace, a person can get through to the other side ❤️ Great work, Paul
Time heals all wounds..., ...unless it doesn't. Only time will tell..., ...& then perhaps only when it runs out. Some wounds heal. Some leave a scar. Some lay forever open, seeping with sorrow 'til there is no tomorrow.
We seem to be on the same wavelength my friend... I have something similar to this in draft. Love this little reminder for us to remember our worth and that we're worthy of love! Well done Paul!!