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I was left at the bottom of the mountain

Thrown down there

Left to rot

You found me tangled in thorns

Hard to get them off

You helped me break through

And you cleaned me off

The mud and thorns

Washed away

And

I don't feel worthless

Not good enough

Or

A disappointment

Anymore

Poetry // Sarah PhillipsWhere stories live. Discover now