Do you remember when you stopped feeling like you were worth a damn?
Do you remember why you even felt that way to begin with?
Do you remember when your soul became darkened with horror?
Do you remember who was there to help you up—to keep going?
Do you remember why you started doubting yourself?
Do you remember the words that were said—to prove you wrong and pull you out?
Do you remember that love is a gift that you possess?
That you’re really not always a mess?
Do you remember your eyes shimmer silver in the sun?
Dazzling and catching eyes that pass on.
Do you remember your worth?
Is what I’m asking.
It’s worth remembering and holding closely.