The Mirror of Worth

I stood once lost in seeking eyes,

In borrowed truths and shallow skies.

I begged for crumbs of sweet esteem,

From passing hearts and fragile dreams.

But silence taught what words withheld—

A sacred truth, long since dispelled.

That worth is not a gift they give,

But something deep, a way to live.

No longer chained to praise or scorn,

I bloom anew, self-love reborn.

A quiet grace, a steady flame,

No need for titles, tags, or fame.

For in the mirror, clear and still,

I see a soul with strength and will.

No vanity, no selfish gleam—

Just sanity, a tranquil stream.

So now I walk, not seeking more,

But opening my own heart’s door.

And in that space, both wide and free,

I meet the one who’s loved—by me.