deep thoughts

the month of june

empty thoughts, tear stained cheeks, staring at the wall.
sleepless nights, heavy heart; to move was just to crawl.

worthless, disposable, replaceable: the words ringing through my ears.
not worthy of the truth, not worthy of love, were the thoughts that brought me to tears.

you asked for too much, my mind insisted.
you shouldn't have asked to be prized,
for to be treated like you mattered was a luxury,
so my self image was demonized.

it's a terrible thing to question your worth,
to believe that you have none,
but eventually summer ended, and, ironically enough, forward came the sun.

i felt light again, warmth, the heat on my cheeks,
something i hadn't for many years
and soon my confidence peaks.

it is my belief that we must go through tremendous heartbreak to truly know who we are.
for it is only after hitting rock bottom that we can excel far.

so you, dear reader, if you ever face a june,
know that you will look back and be thankful for it, because the chance to find yourself again comes once in a blue moon.