by Liam 

Esteem, is our quiet flame within,

It’s our souls beacon to the orchard of life

No worldly crown or fleeting prize

Can match this depth where worth resides.

It’s not forged by others’ gaze,

Nor born of fleeting, hollow praise.

But rises steady, soft, and true,

In the quiet work our hearts too do.

So honor true the light you share,

Your worth becomes the flame you bare.

It blunts the edges of your doubt,

Transforms the fear that keeps you out.

Esteem is not a thing you beg or borrow,

Nor the echo of your sorrow,

Take steps to grow, to rise, to fly,

For these dreams, open wide your eyes,

Nurture, care, your gift of worth,

The seed from which you grew at birth.

For only in its sacred fair,

Can your soul unfold and fully dare.

To be aware, to be aware.

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