Fine China

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I think for a moment there I forgot what it felt like to be loved

To be something vulnerable, fragile

To feel delicate

Something, someone worthy of attention

Worth time

Worth being held

Something beautiful

And holding a place in someone’s heart.

Today, my mother looked at me, concern in her eyes, she said “you,re delicate”

And suddenly I recall now that before I became mine, I belonged to someone else

Self love alone may just be enough but to be loved wholly by someone other than yourself is infinite

Too busy trying to be something good enough for me, I may have forgotten what it felt like to be loved just as you are

To be broken, scarred, scared

And yet still treated like fine china.

To be wildly imperfect yet valuable, delicate, beautiful, worthy and most of all loved.

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