The mirror holds a silent face, a map of years and lines, Searching for the hidden spark, the light that still remains. The world is loud with many voices, casting shadows on the soul, Leaving questions in the quiet, demanding to be whole. Is the heart a worthy vessel for the dreams it tries to keep? Is the climb worth every stumble on a mountain far too steep? We measure worth in heavy gold, or trophies on a shelf, Forgetting that the greatest prize is found within the self. You are the breath within the lung, the rhythm in the chest, A story still in motion, a soul put to the test. The kindness given freely, the strength to stand again, The way you hold the sunshine and the way you face the rain— These are the things that define you, beyond the reach of doubt, The inner fire burning when the external lights go out. You are worth the time it takes to heal, the grace to start anew, Worth the love you give away and the love that’s meant for you. Not because of what you do, or the heights you manage to climb, But because you are a miracle, existing in this time. So let the question fade away like mist upon the glass, And watch the heavy clouds of "never enough" begin to pass. The answer lives in every step, in every "yes" you say, You were worthy from the very start, and you are worthy today.