I am worthy.
I was born to my position of sacrifice.
I was broken down in childhood to open myself to spiritual guidance.
It has never been about me, but rather what I could do.
My destiny, which the elders tell me I am not quite ready to fulfill.
There needs to a few more breaks. I am assured they will not be as painful.
My heart is not wounded enough to take in all that I can.
My heart is still not receptive to love.
My soul still aches for what is not mine to have, yet.
My head still screams for what I should have.
I am appropriately appreciative, but yet too prideful.
My destiny lays in the the various layers being exposed.
There are pains that I have not shared with you.
There are pains that I cannot look at by myself.
It is in me, it is in us, it is that link that makes binding, belonging
We are to accept it. Trust it. Heal part of it. Celebrate part of it.
I am worthy, just not ready.
Tracy Owen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/growing-pains/
