worthy

i wasn’t ready for your goodbye
even though i had a feeling you were leaving
but you left me with something i can never repay
you reminded me to never stop believing

that i am beautiful
that i am worthy
that i have so much to give
as i continue on this journey

to love myself again
and accept everything that I am
the wrinkles, the curves, even the scars
for nothing about me is a sham

and although i’m not ready to say goodbye
it’s time for me to let you go
let you live the life you’ve always wanted
you deserve more than you’ll ever know

for you, too, are beautiful,
you, too, are kind
you are worthy
and i think we’ll be just fine.

…And Last But Not Least

In your imaginary award acceptance speech (yes, we know you have one), who’s the very last — and most important — person you thank?

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…and last but not least, I want to thank the muse,
you know who you are –
for whenever the mood strikes me you’re there
giving me what I need, no matter how bizarre.

You’re there with me in the morning,
long before the sun rises,
you stay with me till the evening –
you with your many disguises

You come whenever I call,
no matter what the hour,
you stay with me till darkness claims me,
you never give in, you never cower

from whatever I subject you to,
whatever I desire
you’re the muse who keeps the light alight,
you keep my soul forever on fire.

Daily Prompt