Hello individuals, you'll find a poem here about relaxing, making room, and to unclutter from noisy thoughts. For the first time! A little segment discussing how I came to write this and what it means to me. Hopefully it means something to you. - Crown Your Worth 👑

A piece about being a giver, understanding what's worth giving for.

A call to return, return to a feeling I feel is always present by not always acknowledged. Valuing yourself.

Don’t bite the hand the feeds you, that’s a saying isn’t it? Well, this is unrelated. Don’t lend a hand where it won’t be deserved.

Do you take your shoes off when you are welcomed into a home built with the wood of trust? The wood of depth? If so? What about your socks? Seems to be my plothole

Nature metaphors are my bane, and I continue to entertain them with a symbol of trust and nudity.

A contrast between gloomy bubbles of bubbles born of soap made of cheer.

Ever notice how a different filter on Insta changes the shade of color? This is that but with the filter of joy over a dose of dull.

Culinary inspired play on words to where my attention is best placed.