Your life is not an accident.
Your place on this planet was made for you.
You spend hours and days pondering the meaning of your existence
And yet every second you’re breathing is full of purpose.
Full of purpose because you were meant to be here.
Here in this moment.
Just as you are.
You are not a mistake.
You are not an exception to the rule.
You turn yourself dizzy trying to find the answers to questions made of lies
Because the truth is, my sweet, there’s only one answer.
And that answer, however simple it may seem, is love.
You are love.
And forever loved.
You might forget it.
You might try to prove your worth.
You might fall on your knees trying to please others who have forgotten, too.
But still, my dear, you are perfect even as you sleep.
Even when you can’t see beyond the brokenness they’ve sold you.
You never will be
Anything but beautiful to me.
©Anna Grace Taylor, 2020