Grief
All my life I have searched for the gifts that are destined to be mine.
I looked under the rock of worldly desires
And only found fear and scarcity
I looked under fear and scarcity
And found worthlessness and emptiness
When in desperation I looked under grief
I found them all and more
For when I looked under grief
I stopped holding on to what wasn’t mine
In grieving my losses I honor what I’m worth
And only then am I ready to receive what is mine.
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