To Believe My Worth

My hewn heart churned
By those run roughshod across it
Not least of all my own words
Unconsciously scarring the flesh
Spouted in pretended jest
A sharper knife never found
A harsher critic never heard
Gouged each time I tell myself
Of my own lack of worth
In the humour of self-deprecation
That isn’t funny at all
I wear myself down
Until I begin to listen
To the shouting of my own vocal cords
Awareness my best defence
Monitored words
To bring about healing
To believe in my worth

Debbie Gravett © 2019.12.17

RDP: Hewn
Image by pasja1000 from Pixabay

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