Find you. Hurry!

I pray you realise your beauty before they do.

What if they keep it a secret?
What if they snatch it and leave you lying helpless on the floor?
Will you have the strength to find it when you’ve hit the ground?
What if you never do?
Are you prepared to die empty?

And when they tell you that you are worthless? How will you know that’s a lie?
How long will it take you to find your truth after they have buried it so far down in the ground?

I pray you realise your beauty before they do.
May you never discover it at your heart’s funeral.

Find yourself before they do.