You, Beloved

Your worth does not whisper, it glows

steady like a sunrise that refuses to apologize for burning gold.

You are a universe made of miracles.

Life was not kind, and still you chose softness anyway.

Your heart is resilient,

it keeps rising even after being split open.

Your tenderness is holy,

your strength undeniable.

Your existence makes the world lean in closer.

Adore yourself gently,

then fiercely,

the way that you were always supposed to.

Because you, beloved, are sacred to behold.